I don’t know why I bother reviewing Manhattan strip clubs. As previously stated, they’re all the same. Empty, topless only, high cover, expensive drinks, and full of entitled bitches who have been spoiled by the abundance of rich hedgefund guys and lawyers with cash to blow.
Private Eyes is one of a handful of Midtown West clubs. Cover is $15. The waitresses are the hottest bitches in the joint, and there are 2-3 lackluster dancers on stage at any given time. No artistry, no acrobatics, and no pole tricks.
There were some Latinas with banging bodies, and that’s this run of the mill tit dungeon’s only saving grace.