Las Vegas Strip Club

I wonder what happened to the guy who painted the original Vegas Girl. Was this his crowning achievment? when he finished did he hang up his paintbrush and relax in a beach house, knowing that all of Auckland would recognise his work?
Las Vegas is hardly a strip club — it’s more of a place you go when there is no where else — when you want a 5 dollar drink, you want a laugh and you want to sing a long to some songs. I haven’t been in years, so this all may have changed. But something about the atmosphere, the reviews and the faded entranceway tells me that not a lot has changed over the course of this old girl’s life. If the cover charge is on, I’d say don’t bother.
And there it is, my first review of a strip club. That degree is really paying off now

I’ve never been to Las Vegas Strip Club when it operates as an actual strip club, but I can attest to how awesome it is to hold a function there. For starters, nothing has changed since this place opened, I swear. The wallpaper is dated, the heavy red furnishings are dusty and aged, and even the Vegas girl herself — whose boobs poke out proudly towards K’Road — could do with a lick of paint. However, what I’ve just listed only adds to so-bad-it’s-good tackiness of this venue. Book it for your next hen’s night or work do.

If you’re looking for a clean, well-​to-​do classy strip club, one, look elsewhere and two, you’re weird. Vegas Girls is the seedy strip club you see in the movies and that place you shouldn’t venture to until at least 3am, it’s the place you go to on your way home before hitting up Grey Lynn MacDonald’s. Besides all that, it’s a place everyone has to go to at least once and probably end up a regular, because as seedy as it may be, it’s fun and somehow you will waste hours of your life in there, leaving as the sun rises like a true Strip Club aficionado. Plus drinks are five bucks and the seats are comfy, and who can beat that?

You know the place. It’s the one with the massive wooden stripper on the roof, enticing you in with her exposed breasts and flaking paint.
And she delivers on what she promises — shabby, squalid fun. From the red lights to the worn carpet, this place is exactly what Hollywood and Grand Theft Auto games have told you a strip club should be. The setting isn’t as classy as some of the other strip clubs in Auckland, but the atmosphere is one of jaded camaraderie, and unless you’re averse to seeing nude women dance and spin on poles (and quite apart from the nudity some of the acrobatics are very impressive), this place is the epitome of adult entertainment. Plus all the drinks are five bucks, and where else can you find that in town?
If you want a classy evening, find somewhere else. If you want to live out a Tom Waits album for just a little while, then Vegas is the strip club for you.