I bitch and moan enough about my job as a reviewer my friends are sick of hearing about it. So, they definitely KNOW I'm a reviewer. But they decided to help me out one time, which I was grateful for. They gave me an address to check out. I didn't Google it, I just went for it.
When I got there, I looked at Madame Josephine's, calmly nodded to myself, turned and left. On the bus home, however, I regretted it. I SHOULD've gone in. Otherwise my friends would've won their stupid little game.
So, I called up a bunch of other friends (only girls), and begged and pleaded for them to come with me to Madame Josphine's. None of them had ever been before, so they were keen for a laugh (those who were willing to fork over the cash necessary).
And so we burst in. I always try my best not to be surprised at anything, but I can honestly report I was shocked as hell. They don't hold anything back at Madame Josephine's. Not like at strip clubs with women. It's just BOOM! NAKED!
And again, these places don't work for women as they do for men. Women aren't aroused nearly as much. We men just aren't all that physically attractive to them. The penis isn't a good-looking instrument. All the girls I were with spent most of the time laughing and giggling about it, and later, after we left, they spent the entire time making jokes. Not once did they make any sort of remarks about any attraction they felt for the dancers. (Though, of course, I'm sure that such feelings down need vocalisation to exist. But you get what I mean.)
A lot of my reviews end with me recommended a place for a first date. Perhaps you wouldn't think this is the best place for a first date (and perhaps it's not), but if you want to really shock your date, take her to see some naked male dancers. That's a date she won't easily forget.
P.S. My score is very diplomatic. Personally, I'd like to give it lower, but that's not a fair representation of the place. read more