Too often the strip-club experience is predictable: anorexic bottle blondes with boob jobs always on the hustle. At Larry Flynt's local lair, things work a bit differently. Bettie Page look-alikes offer you "dollar dances," while up on stage, a woman you swear you saw on www.suicidegirls.com
puts on a ridiculously athletic pole dance. And don't forget the attached sex shop, which, besides selling a wide swath of XXX DVDs, features a selection of the metro area's most cutting-age sex apparati. Love Swing, anyone?