Well… I got dragged in here for sure. Deplorable place where Ebola may have been created. The awkward dance area and pole was very small… the girl dancing had her good points. hot ass. a dead zexy c section scar and said thank you for coming in demonstrating manners that surprised us. the filth and dark lighting felt less romantic than it should have. I silkwood showered when I got back to the condo and tried to wash the shame away. Apparently this place has been around for a LONG time and is closing next week. Iconic spot that had to be visited. Something about this seedy spot going away makes me sad. With all the chains and microbreweries popping up everywhere, places like this aren’t made to last. But glad they had their time.
Kyle M.
Rating des Ortes: 2 San Diego, CA
First off terrible review Nate. How can you possibly issue a review to an establishment you’ve never even patronized? It’s downright unfair! I visited this place on my last night in Panama City and it is without a doubt the worst gentleman’s club I have ever been in, but an experience none the less. The drinks aren’t cheap, and the only way to get a lady to dance is by feeding money into the jukebox. Ohhhhh the ladies! The ladies come in all shapes and sizes and different grades of deteriorating teeth no doubt due to meth usage. Strangely enough the best looking one had the worst teeth. I spent about an hour and a half in there with my best friend and my ladyfriend and I would recommend visiting under the following guidelines 1. Being fairly intoxicated 2. Curious 3. Open minded for an unforgettable experience.
Nate s.
Rating des Ortes: 1 Oklahoma City, OK
As per Aimee C’s advice I should mention what I think of this Panama City institution. I have heard only stories, horror stories, that have come from the walls of this place and never actually been inside the doors so don’t take this review too seriously, but with other people’s stories in mind I can think of no better way of describing this place then a «gentleman’s» club for those that care not what they stare at. Amputees, big women, midgets, she-males, all seems to be game here at this place that is no bigger than two huts/shacks put together. Right in the middle of ‘ol St Andrews Bay.