Hot girls, mediocre (and expensive) private dances

Stopped by the WORLD FAMOUS (they love saying that) Mons Venus late on a Wednesday.

Area is fine. I didn’t drive, so couldn’t tell you about the parking. Steep cover charge at $25. No booze, paid $6 for a Diet Coke.

It’s a smaller club than I would’ve guessed. Perimeter seats which, at least for tonight, seemed open to anyone. The stage is kinda cool—big hexagon with a pole basically in the middle. Light up floor, mirrored ceiling, and perv seats along the edge. Girls will stand on the edge and grab a bar that extends around the ceiling and do tricks and stuff. I dug it.