Two Floors, Twenty Bucks, and a Smile: A Night to Remember at Baby Dolls

Last Saturday night, I found myself stepping through the doors of Baby Dolls, a two-floor gentlemen’s club that doesn’t try too hard to impress—because it doesn’t need to. It’s got that worn-in charm: dim lights, mirrored walls catching glimpses of slow movements, and a deep bass that hums in your chest the minute you walk in.

The first floor is where the heartbeat is. A wide-open stage with a steady rotation of dancers, most of them Latin American—Colombian, Dominican, Puerto Rican—with hips that tell stories and eyes that know when to smile. The drinks are strong, but not outrageously priced, and the bartenders pour with purpose. The vibe down here is lively but not chaotic. You can actually have a conversation without yelling over the music.

I caught a few sets near the stage before Camila, a Cuban beauty with a husky laugh and a slow, sultry walk, leaned in and asked if I wanted to go upstairs for a dance. Twenty bucks a song—straightforward, no games. I said yes, and she led me up.