A naked, pretty girl writhing to loud music while hanging off a pole is never a bad thing. It's an even better thing when your boss sends you to Vegas to write about girls doing just this on a Saturday night. I spent Saturday night at Sapphire, a very large (71,000 square feet) strip club, and watched a lot of men getting lap dances from a lot of nearly naked chicks who shimmied in time to a techno'ed version of Madonna's "Live to Tell".
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