Manhattan Strip Clubs: ‘So, Highschool Musical Features Walks Into a Strip Joint…’
If you’ve ever been to Times Square, you’ve probably walked past Flashdancer’s Gentlemen’s Club. Having been there recently (New York, not the bitty bar in question), I can report that it looks like a suitably seedy joint – from the outside.
We saw groups of men leaving there, at varying levels of inebriation, and lone men (mainly the large, sweating and bearded of the species) being turned away. That’s all very well and good, but what jarred me were the men that’d been recruited by the establishment to tout for business on the surrounding streets. We’re talking pot bellied, middle aged, ruddy faced, boozed imbued vagrants in “Flashdancer’s Gentlemen’s Club” singlets, thrusting flyers in your face via a cruddy claw. To be frank, a lot of them looked homeless. Mmmm. Sexy. If these were the chosen representatives, what in the name of Jaysis would the creatures dancing inside be like?