More Bang for Your Buck

Handy new guide rates the city’s strip clubs

When planning a night out in Las Vegas, sometimes the most important decision is figuring out which strip club to visit. The choices are many: topless club or totally nude? Do you want to spend less than $100, or are you willing to unload a wad of cash? Are you after lap dances, or does a good stage performance do the trick?

All of these questions and more are answered in Sin City Advisor’s Topless Vegas Pocket Guide (Huntington Press), written by gambling author Arnold Snyder, who provides candid, insightful and up-to-date reviews of 28 clubs (20 topless, eight nude) in the Valley.

In his guide, Snyder addresses every element of strip clubs, including cover charges, quality of dancers, beer prices, hours and the “SPW scale,” short for “statistical probability of wood.”

He also breaks down the pros and cons of deciding between a topless or nude club. (Tip: Nude clubs are more likely to feature real boobs and better dancers.) He compares VIP rooms, explains the finer points of negotiating with dancers and educates readers about how cab drivers get kickbacks for steering customers to particular clubs.

While it’s probably no surprise that high-profile clubs such as Spearmint Rhino, Sapphire, OG and Cheetahs received high marks, Snyder still finds plenty of good things to say about blue-collar joints such as Larry’s Villa, the Library and Play It Again Sam—although he suggests staying away from the Can Can Room.

With the strip-club scene remaining a vital part of Las Vegas’ image as an adult playground, a little information can go a long way. And with Snyder’s guide at your fingertips, you’ll learn to avoid tourist traps, such as Glitter Gulch, and maybe even end up with enough money at the end of the night for an extra lap dance.

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