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The Least Exciting Strip Club in Hollywood

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I think it was the old posters outside the Seventh Veil on Sunset that first caught my eye. The women in them were straight out of Porky’s Revenge: the hair was teased, the thongs were high, and the photos' glossy veneers were remarkably reminiscent of Glamour Shots.

The club had seemingly remained firmly, unapologetically and possibly even aggressively in the 80’s. It was that, along with the neon replica of some sort of Arabian palace that marks the entrance, that piqued my curiosity enough one Friday evening to throw caution to the wind and venture in to see what my neighborhood strip joint was really all about.

I began by negotiating the cover down from $20 down to $10. I mean, let’s be real – it was 9:30 on a Friday night, and the place was hardly bumping, from what I could tell standing outside.