“Clip joint” is an old-fashioned term, but a beautiful term. In the SC context, I define it as a club where things cost a ridiculous amount of money and at least has pretensions towards glitz and glamour, but does not deliver value in the private areas.
A quintessential clip joint is Centerfolds off Washington Avenue in Boston (not to be confused with its seamy namesake in Worcester, which is the polar opposite in all respects, both good and bad). Every Larry Flint’s Hustler Club I’ve been to has been a clip joint, although I did get my first SC BJ and OTC date at a LFHC in Cleveland years ago. Even PT's Showclub in downtown Louisville is a recent experience with an aspiring clip joint.
I last visited Manhattan SCs nearly 20 years ago, and they all seemed like clip joints. Same with the clubs in downtown DC I last hit 40-plus years ago. Sin City, which is on Passyunk Avenue between Purple Orchid and Oasis in Phila, exudes clip joint vibes that are detectable while driving past with the windows closed at 45 mph.
Any other nominees for clip joints?
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last comment@Manuellabore
What you’re describing is clubs with well above prices. Which is certainly unpleasant, but not my understanding of a “clip joint”.
When I hear “clip joint”, this is what I think of:
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To MB the OP- See my article on Clip Joints published a few years ago. I provide several examples from my early clubbing days in the 80s and 90s.
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a clip joint can be promises, promises, promises of a good time... and no delivery.
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Manuellabore - great article. I never experienced anything close to that. I read an article about a place in Key West where they bait and switch and if you won’t pay their exorbitant price they call the cops on you. The corrupt cops are in on the scam and put the arm on you. Beware.
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My great uncle was a barber, and my grandfather used to say he worked in a clip joint . LOL
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A clip joint is where they literally shake you down for everything you have and deliver nothing.
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Yes, a great term that is underutilized. I always think a clip joint refers to a strip club that over promises, takes your money, and doesn’t deliver. Or somehow otherwise rips you off. I would consider Club Madonna in Miami Beach, and yes, that club on the southern end of Duval Street whose name escapes me at the moment to be clip joints. This is distinguished from a ROB which refers to an individual dancer who rips you off in a legitimate club. Although there could be the double whammy where you encounter a ROB in a clip joint!
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✅ ' Big & fancy strip clubs I've went at has really nice girls on the floor & stage with looks & takin' with. YMMV on pvt dances, but big clubs have the "weigh of good atmosphere & friendly girls", so pvt dances isn't as relevant. I wouldn't classify glitz & glamour as clip joints, just mi opinion. A smaller club I went to hustled a lot & pvt dances of no difference from the fancier clubs.
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Years ago, about 1981, I flew into NYC for the weekend. I was considering getting a contract to work in NYC and just wanted to check it out. I didn't have a hotel reservation and I was walking around with a suitcase. My feet were tired so I stepped into a strip club. It was late in the afternoon on a Friday. The street was full of people, but the club was almost empty. I took a seat, and an older dancer plopped down beside me, "can i sit here"? Sure, whatever. The waitress immediately appeared, I asked for a budweisr, and the dancer asked "buy me a drink"? Sure, whatever. The waitress returned with my bud and some kind of wine cooler. I hander her a 20, and she said "that'd 8.50 more". I said "what"? She's said "that'd 8.50 more". I said "what"? She's said "your beer is 3.50, her''s is $25, that's 28.50". I said "wait a minute...", and they both started saying "you ordered it, we opened it, you have to pay for it". I said "I'm a dumb fuck ok? I'm from out of town ok? Call the cops, throw me out". Then I started to get up and I said real loud "I ain't paying for no 25 dollar drink"! They said calm down, we'll recap it. Next time ask. I finished my beer. I'm from Detroit, I can handle NYC. At the time, 1981, $3.50 was an insane price for a beer.
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Exactly. $28.50 in 1981 was damn near a days’ work. I wasn’t old enough to drink (legally) but I think we were paying $1.50 for pitchers. So yeah, $3.50 was an expensive beer!
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This reminds me of being in Chicago for work in ‘82. When my obligations for the evening were done, I snuck out and took a cab up to Clark & Division, because I remembered from Looking For Mr Goodbar that there were singles bars up there. Popped in and out of a couple, then walked into a place that was tiny, dark, and populated by women in lingerie. No stage. Not sure what was going on yet, I asked the bartender for a draft beer. He could apparently tell I was some rube so he told me in advance it wax $20. I got the hell out of there. P4P wasn’t even remotely on my radar at that stage of life and I’m sure I couldn’t have afforded whatever was on offer anyway
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