We can't speak for the ladies, but we've been around the block a time or two, and we always roll back to the Ritz, where we've never been sticker-shocked by a cover charge or bar tab like some of the other stripper-terias in town. The Ritz is the kind of club where you can go easy on your bankroll and watch the action up close from the bar, or head to a table and comfy chair for a better perspective on some of the more acrobatic tall-pole antics, or upstairs, where you can get a bottle and pretend you're all gangsta and shit while a live nude girl writhes around on a table in front of you while you make it rain. That means you throw lots of money up in the air, no coins, that's an insult and probably an OSHA violation. So go ahead and put on the Ritz, where the girls take it off, the waitresses are hot, the security staff is courteous and efficient, and the dancing women are gonna listen to your story while you're getting that lap dance.