DIVINE (adj): of, from or like God or a god.
THAT, my beautiful people, is the one (and only one) word that fully captures the breathtaking wonder that is Grandview Gentlemen's Club or, as I like to call it, Titty City.
A few small disclaimers before I begin to dictate how bad a life decision you will be making if you choose not to attend this awe-inspiring establishment that would make even Gandalf the White throw down his staff.
1. I've never written a Yelp review in my life, but couldn't live with myself if I didn't give this place the credit it has so dearly earned.
2. I checked the rules of writing a review. If you haven't realized by now, I'm going to mention some details so if you have a weak stomach and/or don't like women, I advise you retreat faster than General Cornwallis at Yorktown.
3. I don't even like strip clubs. That said, I love me some titties and I've been to some of the finest establishments the world has to offer. Also (and I say this without a hint of a brooding tone), I do in fact get laid more than chicklets 9 months after a barn storming - aka, I'm not a toothless rodeo clown.
On to the review!
Raise you hand if you like buying $15 vodka sodas served in Dixie cups!! No takers?!? Exactly, because you're fucking American and that heinous act of cowardice should be kept in France where it belongs. Titty City is BYOB which, for those of you who don't know, means you can pack a cooler of PBR, Coors Original and a bottle of Fireball. It's like a Nascar Race, sans the deafening noise and and women's clothing (unfortunately there are still a bunch of rednecks).
Being from a big city, I had less expectations coming into this place than I did when I suffered through the sequel of the Boondock Saints. Three reasons for this. 1) me and my buddies, ages 24-28, showed up at 3:30 in the afternoon with hangovers that would make the Olson Twins proud, 2) it's in the middle of fucking nowhere and 3) it was 3:30 in the afternoon. Holy Jesus was I mistaken...
We quickly became the majority shareholders of Titty City as there were only two other patrons who were well past their prime. But hey, power to 'em, never waste a boner after 60 right?!? In the 4ish hours we spent in God's playground, there were only 4 dancers. Didn't care, they were all crazy, sexy beautiful and 3 of the 4 had fake tits (P.S. I love fake tits). We deduced the only one without surgically enhanced love apples just hadn't been in the game long enough yet, her time will come no doubt. The dances to the songs themselves were great, and the ladies shared some sophisticated conversation with us regarding how good they polish knob, how to keep their tig ol bitties soft (who the hell knew you could actually MAKE your breasts more soft?) and what they want to do when they grow up. Kidding, they want to be strippers. The bartender was also a good sport, she didn't even put a cigarette out on my neck when we all sang her happy birthday (she was embarrassed, but I'm pretending in my head that she was moist with affection).
Now, I could literally sit here all day and tell you every last intimate detail about our time in Rack City (God forbid since it's all I've been thinking about for 48 hours), but you wouldn't care...I totally get it. Let's face it though, if you've read this far you either have nothing left to do at work, reallllly love ladies of the night or are one of my friends who was there and wants to re-live your time in dreamville.
That said, I'll leave you all with this...
NINA! Nina, Nina, Nina... you are one divine creature. Dare I say special? No, not like retarded... I'm going to sound like a creep right now and I DON'T CARE.
I don't know whether or not it was your flawless body, the way you undressed me with your eyes, whispered in my ear, the clit riing, the little stomach braclet thingy that's wicked hot, the blonde locks that fell so perfectly from your face or the VIP dance you gave me - but holy shit I'm in love. For the record, if your out there listening Nina, you should start advertising it as an OTP Fuck Job because that's what it is. Hands-down best lap dance you'll ever receive that concludes with your dick still in your pants. Because of you, I now have a reason to repent for my sins and go to heaven. Girl, if you grew up in Ancient Egypt, Cleopatra would have had you executed for threatening her brand. I haven't decided if you were a blessing or a curse...
Since I've been home, I've turned down actual female relations twice in two nights because I am literally uninterested. Instead, I sit here on my computer like a herb and hope to God Nina reads this and shows up at my door to accept the wedding ring I've already bought her.
Well folks, that's it. I'm not going to go out and say that you should kill yourself if you decide to go skiing instead of this rather fun afternoon excursion but, if you don't go, you should really admit you love the D.
Smooches,
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