Even Marisol couldn’t be bothered

Rolled into Fantasy Girls on a Friday night. $30 cover. Same routine as always.

No need to rehash the club layout. If you’ve read my past reviews, you already know the vibes. It’s Reno little reliable cesspool and I say that with love.

The place was decently packed. Nearly every seat was taken except the ones surrounding the stage which might as well have been radioactive. Most of the dancers were treating the stage like a chore, doing that slow motion booty sway and then dipping out like they had laundry to finish at home. A lot of them didn’t even bother taking their tops off. Can’t say I blame them.