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Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy

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Call topless bar magnate Walt Duncan anything you want – just don’t accuse him of being a pimp.


You and Me, Cassidy’s

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Let’s face it: Sooner or later, you’re gonna find yourself near Meacham Airport looking to party. (Don’t worry: It happens to the best of us.) But don’t sweat it. Last week, I found myself out in the mid...



Hairdressers On Fire

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Being fashionable in a supremely fashionable city, like Milan or New York or Paris or Miami, is as easy as pie. It’s pretty much the law – break it at the risk of committing social suicide.


Big in Japan

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Let’s try a little faux-sociological experiment. I’ll say the name of a club, and you tell me what kind of club you think it is.



Rainbow Coalition

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Last Call’s affinity for queer Clubland can be summarized in the immortal words of Alicia Bridges: I love the nightlife. I got to boog-ay. On the disco ra-ha-ounnnd. Yeah.


Stockyards Stocked?

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Of all the neighborhoods in town, the Stockyards is both the best and worst place to open a big-ass dance club. Why both? Well, I’m reminded of Economics 101 and the good ol’ law of supply and demand: A new business...



New Jack’s City

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No matter what bar owners and professional alcoholics say, New Year’s Eve for non-millionaires like you and me is overrated.


Plans, Shhmlans

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Most folks I know who don’t have any New Year’s Eve plans are worried. My advice: Chill. Unless you’re new to Clubland, you know that – party holiday weekend or not – planning doesn’t always ...



Sports? Check. Babes? Check. Awesomeness? Absolutely.

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Here’s a Clubland niche you never knew needed filling until now: a sports bar with dancing girls. The concept makes so much sense my head hurts.


Blue Goon

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In Sundance Square, the good ol’ Red Goose Saloon is one of the last bastions of crazy nightlife – two floors of cheap drinks, loud dance music, loose women (OK, maybe just a hopeful assumption on my part), and chee...