The more adventurous (i.e., desperate), venture into the nether regions of Brooklyn or Centreville. The edge this year goes to P.T.'s in Centreville, with its continued dedication to "couples" nights on Saturday and now on Friday. Those weekend nights feature both male and female "dancers." All manner of audience participation, both spontaneous and programmed, is encouraged -- well, almost all manner. Granted, sometimes a trip over the river and through the woods to a strip joint can be a desultory, even depressing, experience. It's all so starkly patriarchal, in all the worst ways. Women are rewarded for sexual objectification, and men are gauged solely by how much cash they have. But sometimes there is humor. At a recent three-way in the shower stall at Roxy's, as the nubile nude women were conducting simulated and not-so-simulated tongue searches of each other's cavities, the DJ encouraged the assembled testosterone-addled males to throw crumpled dollar bills over the top of the stall. "The last time you saw this," the DJ said, "you had your dick in one hand and the remote in the other." How did he know that?
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