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The defunct Club, a nudie bar that sparked an uproar when it opened two blocks from the White House in the early s, is poised to resurrect with the help of a bill passed by the D. Council last week, The Washington Times has learned. Club owner Benham Zanganeh once again is seeking to move to I St. NW, angering and alarming nearby business owners who thought they vanquished the club in court several years ago.
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Washington Area Strip Clubs
Ziegfield's/Secrets reviews, photos - Southeast - Washington DC - GayCities Washington DC
Untouchable naked straight men and their girlfriends make this an uninviting place, nothing like it was in its original location. The dancers all seem straight and disinterested in being there except for the money. Women galore which I hate and resent in a place of this sort make for a further slap in the face to gay patrons. I guess I am an old-school fag here who cannot stand the intrusion. I will find better ways to spend my money. This page gives you a lot of information. Thank you!
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This One Time: I Visited Camelot
At a house party recently, I met a couple who, in their spare time, breed exotic praying mantises to sell on the internet as pets. This started a couple of years ago, when Sarah discovered some Carolina mantises in her outdoor pots. As Sarah told me all this, she was lying across Eric's lap wrapped up in a tan-and-black checked blanket, but otherwise totally naked: tall and slender with black hair in two long braids, an eyebrow ring, and different fairies tattooed on each shoulder.
For whatever reason, I found myself in the immediate vicinity of Dupont Circle. In stumbling around the cluster of bars, clubs, overpriced restaurants and the overdressed clientele dining in them, I turned down M Street off of 18th. I was searching for someplace to sit down — someplace for a beer to decompress. My eyes scanned the block, looking over the five or six stoops and the bars attached to them, their doors yawning open in the early evening and bouncers perched on barstools.