Las Vegas, or Sin City as it’s locally known, is always good for a laugh. While a lot of people who live here are deeply religious, there is a lot of us who bend in the other direction.
Little Darlings, a local strip club, is one of the edgier gentleman’s clubs in town and shows a preference for the younger crowd. Their advertising is always good for a laugh when you’re stuck in an I-15 traffic jam alongside the Strip.
While I’m not sure how many Ukrainian strippers have fled the war zone to Lost Wages, the club says it’s hired at least one and interviewed several.
When the pandemic hit a couple of years ago, their sign lamented, “We’re Clothed.” Little Darlings is one of our clubs where the girls get buck naked, but you can’t buy alcohol. To me, this was a contradiction in terms when you only had to be eighteen to see the girls take it all off. Yet if you go to a club that serves alcohol, patrons only get to see boobs.
Several years ago, their sign displayed, “Now Interviewing 2015 Graduates,” acknowledging that our state’s educational prowess is right at the bottom of the list. So it’s sad that in Las Vegas, a woman’s job prospects are deciding whether to take her clothes off or make beds.
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