Today:
You may not find any Roman goddesses here, but you may think you're visiting Mount Olympus when these girls drop it like its hot on the first floor stage and then take it upstairs for private dances.
I went a while ago and it was scary. Granted, it was over lunch...but still. The dancer had to put a quarter in the jukebox before she hopped on stage. She also had an ace bandage on her knee. Neither one of those things made a good impression. Did I mention that she was old. If you have to get your gentleman's club fix, just drive by this place and head up to 38th street.
Club Venus
got to b da worse strip club round yo. fat a$$ strippers is what they got