Pure Platinum

I’d rather be at a strip club that you see in Hollywood movies or in rap videos. If you or some friends are looking for prolonged periods of yawning, can’t go wrong here. I yawned so much that it was contagious enough for the strippers to yawn. If you’ve never been to a strip joint before… you can take this place off your bucket list. You can see more TNA on Instagram and Facebook. True Story. I just saved you some money. Your Welcome.

Where to start…
Parking — Very sub-​par and very narrow if you have anything other than a small car. If you drive a truck or SUV, it is quite brutal unless you stay until everyone leaves and the parking lot empties out.
Drinks — There are none! I read the reviews that said that this was just a topless club and that they served alcohol. If it was before, it sure isn’t now. It is now full nude which means no booze.
Girls — The quality of the girls themselves isn’t too shabby. As there always is, some girls are better than others, but there are definitely a few hotties here.
Dances — Here is my biggest issue with this place. I am used to strip clubs where you can have a little bit of contact/​interaction with the girls. There was ZERO touching allowed and the chairs were horrible and do not allow for decent dances (due to extremely high arms).
I have been going to strip clubs since I was 19 years old, and have been too a ton of them. Take it from me… your time will be better spent elsewhere for sure.

Me n the hubby went on a Monday night/​Tuesday morning, ladies were gorgeous, very talented, and friendly. Not just in the I want your money way, but really cool and fun. Been to more than one strip club, this tops.

I was here in San Diego in early August for a computer Software convention. I stayed at the Motel 6 next door. I was alone and there was nothing to do in the evening one of the nights, and I thought I’d give it a try. I have never been to a Gentleman’s club before, so take my rating with a grain of salt because I don’t have anything to compare it to. I had the best time in my life for a long, long time! It was great! Totally nude! The girls were very nice, very sexy! It was just plain fun! The cost was a reasonable $ 17 to get in. For guys who haven’t been to a Gentleman’s Club, the protocol is to give the girl who is dancing a dollar per dance (in her underwear!), so bring lots of singles! The girls take their turn dancing. There was about a dozen girls dancing, so there was always one dancing. One of the great things about it is they don’t serve alcohol. Mind you, I drink, but in this case I think it was good because I think a lot of guys would get rowdy after a few drinks. The place lost its liquor license-​to the good. You get a ticket good for two soft drinks on the house. I have to admit I was a little embarrassed at first, but I got used to it! About the only negative thing I can say is the girls are a little pushy about giving a lap-​dance which costs $ 20. I passed but now wished I had taken advantage of it! I was there a couple of hours and when I left, I was accosted by a bunch of prostitutes on the way out. I live a hundred miles to the North and I had such a good time, I’m thinking of making a trip down to San Diego just for this place!

a place of refuge.
a place of solace.
a place where the soul goes to die. quietly.
or in a blaze of glory.
pick your poison. but choose wisely.
music.
lights.
the smell of perfume. alcohol. cigarettes. and regret.
a stench i’m all too familiar with.
glitter. tattoos. and hair extensions.
a place of many dimensions.
and oddly. one of the few vices i have left.
gone.
taken away from me.
their liquor license now a distant memory.
T_​T
as i try to remember. the nights that i can’t remember.
i know one thing to be true.
we’ll always have paris.

This is where my fiancé and I will stop for a couple of drinks after dinner downtown. We always have a great time. It’s by the airport… how bad could it be?

This strip bar was cool. They are not a lot of pretty girls and none of the girls took their top off. Atleast all of them were really nice and all smiles.

Great way to waste a day. better dancers than the kearny mesa location. But smaller club and parking is limited.

I went to Pure Platinum about two years ago with some of my neighbors. It was the first time I had ever been to a strip club (I have gone to another one since then) so I was initially a little hesitant to go. In my mind, I pictured some place seedy and grimy, with weird stains on all of the chairs and people doing mysterious things in dark corners. It turned out to be a fairly clean and classy establishment — or as classy as an establishment can be while having naked women dancing on poles.
I was also surprised that the dancers were in amazing shape and performed their routines with a lot of enthusiasm. This happened to be a late Sunday evening, so I’m not sure how they manage to muster up so much energy.
My neighbors explained to me that fully nude strip clubs cannot sell alcohol. This place is only a topless strip club so you can buy booze there. Frankly, I don’t think I can really enjoy hanging around in a strip club without having a drink or two, so I wouldn’t want to go to a fully nude place.
Having only been to one other strip club in my life, I don’t have much to compare it with. I think 4 stars sounds about right.

Did not like this place. For some reason. The setting of the place, kind of throws me off. Feels like Im at a Church barbeque, or something. Out of 10 girls, you might see 2 hot ones. The lapdances from what I heard, are not that great, either. Larry Hustler’s lap dances are much better.

I really love to come here after work maybe once a month. I just wish all the guys would stop bugging me while I try to watch the girls dance! The drinks are pretty good too.

There’s a guy that hangs around this place who looks like Wolverine–
Anyhow, I’ve been to some crazy titty bars – At the age of 21 In Tijuana, I watched the chick who brought me there–
Uh, yeah. I won’t finish that thought because you might puke… just know that when we walked out, I felt like I’d been eye raped. I drunkenly picked up a potted fern and held it close, like a security blanket, until I saw my then-​boyfriend whose back I jumped upon as I whispered harshly, «get me away from this crazy bitch!»
Then, in Singapore, I walked through Orchard Towers [aka «four-​floors-​of-​whores”] where I sat for, oh, 30 minutes with a couple of buddies who were desperate for the slightest sight of boobage.
Again, in Sicily, at Angels… and again, in Virginia Beach, a few girls dragged me to a male strip joint.
I was pretty sure, in VB, this would be the last time I would ever go to a strip club. Gets old, son. Once you’ve seen one exotic-​male dancer named «Nubian» swing his orange-​swaddled dong around at a tired housewife, you’ve pretty much seen ‘em all.
Then, an employee at Pure Platinum and I had to settle some business and between our two schedules, it was more convenient for me to meet him here.
My 3 star [maybe 3.5] rating is mainly aimed at the aggressiveness of the girls who work here. I mean, what if my friend and I were there to enjoy the show? It’s hard to do when you’ve got another chick trying to harangue you into accepting a lap dance or whatever else it was she was bugging us for. Friendly, but dang it to all heck – ease up. This happened a while ago, but after seeing posts of other Unilocalers, I know things haven’t changed.
Otherwise, the employees are super friendly and accommodating. The place is very pretty and purple on the inside, and of all the titty bars I’ve seen, this is the nicer of the bunch.

I came here (well, actually I was brought here, not necessarily against my will) on the night of my bachelor party.
I was so drunk, the only thing I can remember is throwing up in the parking lot.
Good times.

Let’s see, what do I remember about Pure Platinum and the night I was there? Hmmm? Started drinking around 4 at a buddies BBQ, left around 8, went home, had dinner with Pops, invited him to go to the strip club with me and my friends (I was obviously drunk at this point), he would have totally gone if he hadn’t just gotten off of a 12 hour flight. I head to the birthday girls house around 9:30, we all have another drink, head down the road to Pure Platinum, and then that where it gets fuzzy.
From what I can gather, because there were a lot of girls in our party, at least half the group, we got in for cheaper than normal, so that is good. We split into two groups, one at each pole position. I mingled between each and enjoyed viewing the different dancing styles of the peelers in front of me.
Overall, it was a great night! I got to see some boobies, hang out with friends I haven’t seen before and even managed a date with one of the girls I met while there. That in itself gets an extra star. My friend had a great birthday and ended up with probably 5 or 6 lap dances. All the peelers loved her!

Oh, the Purple Church.
Sunday is dollar pitchers. (or at least it used to be!) The best deal on the Sabbath you can find.
Christmas Eve 2007. Chargers game. My brother has season tickets. Sarah arrives home a little sleepy from the bottle of wine she had drank with her grandma an hour before. She is looking forward to a nice leisurely night of relaxing, thinking of a warm bed as she turns her key in the door…
«Sarah! Purple Church!!!»
«Oh Jesus.»
«Come to Purple Church with us!» My brother and his loudest friend EVER barrel out of the kitchen towards me.
«No way man. Bed.» I point up the stairs. They are completely wasted. Now in my mind I know they are going to drive. I know it’s five minutes away but this is my brother and I am a GREAT sister. So I agree to give them a ride but I am not under any circumstances going in. It’s Christmas Eve, damnit. What would sweet baby Jesus say?
«Wait Sarah, turn off the car for a second. I have to go see who’s working the door,» my brother looks to Brett. Exits the car.
«Hey, Sarah, what’s over there?» Brett points out my window. In my tired haze I fall for it. Swoop! Brett is a blur, running towards the door. Mo Fo has my keys. I walk grudgingly into the club. The bouncer informs me «those guys over there said you were ok» and points to my brother and Brett who already have a pitcher and an extra glass for me. I pull up a stool, take the beer and watch as Brett wads up dollar bills and throws them on Stage. My brother grabs my shoulders and hugs me.
«Merry Christmas, Sis.»
«Merry freaking Christmas.»

F@#kin place kills me. I know alot of guys will say that they dont normally frequent strip joints and I’m one of them.
Something about women stripping for me and 100 other dudes just doesnt do it for me. Even if shes hot. I know. Crazy talk. Real Talk actually.
At least the crowd that I went with was fun otherwise I just dont go to titty bars. I’m not gonna say it was boring. Hell no its not.
Full bar though and I’m grateful. Well having a full bar also means its topless only. Which I’m perfectly cool with.
Apparently the general consensus is that if you wanted to see a woman’s vaginal area then theres absolutely no way that you should be consuming hard alcohol. God no.
I know I know, the mere sight of a woman’s nether regions makes any man go crazy if hes had anything stronger than a pepsi. Fruit juice or purple drink for you buddy !
Guys we just need to tame the beast thats within all of us. Someone get me a pepsi. A whole case.

Why am I driving or riding all the way down to Hustler’s, when PP is literally a few blocks away? Well, I don’t know, and I’m not anymore.
Plus, the girls in the know, that I know, work here now instead.
It’s remodeled, it’s nice, the girls are friendly, and the drinks are not.
Yes, there are lots of girls — some will not be your cup of tea, others you will want to hand over your ATM and PIN code to. Don’t do it… I know, it’s hard to resist, but hang in there, the night is young, and hey, so is she.
Ok, so $ 20 bucks for a song in the booth, $ 120 for 5 songs in the VIPish area, and $ 300/​hr per girl plus a bottle in the Champagne room. Singles while you mingle, drinks are strong, and have a good time.
Yes, they still sell VIP cards that get you and a guest in for free, go more than 2.5 times with a friend, buy one and save some money.
Oh and the girls clank their shoes so people pay attention to them… there’s a lot of other activity and they want you to notice them — be nice and smile at them as you hand them the dollars for their efforts, they’ll be nice back. :-)

I had never been to a strip club before and really never had the desire. I really have nothing to compare this too so I’ll rate the experience.
I had a blast with the people I was with and the service we received was stellar. Of course we were with a VIP and got extra special treatment so I’m sure that helps. We got to hang with each other in a private area and that helped my anxiety about being a strip club virgin.
One thing I noticed was there seems to be a «stripper» for every-​ones taste. Seriously pretty much someone for everyone. Tall, amazon like women, short skinny and flat chested (but boy was she limber OMG), a deliciously voluptuous woman who seemed to be in demand with the older gents, exotic beauties, the girl next door, you name it. I don’t think anyone would be disappointed unless you happen to like trannies. None of those here (unless they are just really that good with the makeup)
Alcohol was a little pricey but I expected that. Isn’t that pretty much the norm at a strip club anyways?
So thanks Pure Platinum (and all my friends especially Ian) for making my first experience pretty painless.

I don’t know what to say.
It was scary.
Any man that says he’s not scared is lying.
We landed just before nightfall. We hadn’t received our orders yet so we had to stay put… for now anyway. Not one of us could possibly have known what was to become of us. We were young, green, inexperienced. Many of us still virgins, though none would admit it.
What were we waiting for? I bummed a smoke to calm my shaking hands. Yeah, I’d been in it before but this night was different. The smell of powder filled the air as the vibrations pounded and rumbled under our feet. Finally the order came. We scrambled, we ran, we tripped into the darkness as they waved us through. Go get em boys. Give all you got!!! And so we did. At first we encountered little resistance but we all knew it would get costly. They opened up their guns, then their cannons. In the confusion we had forgotten our cannons but not our guns. I don’t know if it was the sound or the blinding lights but nobody dared raise their rifle. Petrified stiff, we fell into a fox hole. Tony wasn’t moving. Without thought, I grabbed one of them and threw her on top of Tony. She was obviously well trained for the one on one combat. Tony forgot all about his basic training in hand to hand combat and was captured immediately. Later as reinforcements arrived we began to overcome. I would name names but each and every one of us was a hero. As I glanced around I noticed a pole and quickly climbed it for a better view. Holding on with all my might I was unable to control my slow descent. Had anyone seen me? At the time I didn’t care. I threw a wad in their direction to distract them as it went off like a tossed salad in an all you can’t eat buffet. The explosion must have knocked me unconscious because when I came too, I was alone and out of amo. I’ll never forget that night at Pure Platinum, but the question is will they forget me?

I’ve never been to a strip club before.
Until today. Well, technically yesterday.
After my best friend’s wedding, my brother wanted to go out.
No one after the reception had solid plans… so who do I call?
Fun-​time Tony! ;)
He told me they were at Pure Platinum, so off we went.
Tony met us at the door (we were carded), then led us to the VIP
Section which had an I Dream of Jeannie/​Austin Powers bordello
kind of feel– complete w/it’s own stripper pole.
The VIP room was directly across from the stage, where there was
some serious acrobatics going on.
My brother had a great time *Stephani, your lapdance was the highlight of his night* :)
Nick had me sit w/​him @ the stage and put dolla dolla bills in a girl’s
bikini. She was super nice and told me not to be skurred*. She also said to smack her a**, but some guy took my hand and did it for me.
Same guy put a tip in my bra and a hug as I was leaving.
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*She also swiped the dolla bill Stephani put between my boobs
w/​her mouth. That was pretty slick ;p