But Ripper's Guide to Strip Clubs in the Bronx

But Ripper puts you on about where the real xxx action is going down in the Bronx.

Rochester Strip Club Review Dated Added: Sat Sep 22 2001 Submitted by: Coop

Beware of Klassy Cat in Rochester, NY. Though the girls who dance for the Klassy Cat are the prettiest strippers in Rochester, they may not be the nicest. Don't get me wrong, most of the girls are very friendly or give the impression they are. But after today, I'm not so sure. This may make me sound like a loser, but this is to warn all the less than "hunky" guys out there about the place. I went to Klassy Cat this afternoon. I had a couple of beers and watched the girls dance. I tipped a few and I was respective of them when I had contact with them. There was one dancer there today, I didn't catch her name, she has long blonde hair, apparently a whole body tan, is about 5' tall with a hard body and is very well endowed. Well, being a red blooded male I thought "wow". After she was through with her set I sat and waited patiently for her to come out so I could ask her for a table dance. She was in the dressing room for quite a while. Then she came out with three other girls wearing a very short white mini skirt and thigh red leather boots and a red thong. After the music quit playing she went back into the dancers dressing room. I waited a few minutes longer than I got up and asked the bartender if she would be available for a table dance or if she was done. The bartender told me she was sure she was available and said she would go and tell her I would like a table dance. I waited by the cigarette machine for a few minutes. She came out an chatted with one of the other dancers and played around. She also talked to a guy who must have been a regular. She went back into the dressing room and so did the dancer she was talking to. A few moments later the dancer she was talking to came out and was pulling a small luggage case behind her. She said "see you later" to me and then she left. The dancer I wanted a table dance from came back out of the dressing room and put her arms around my neck. She gave me a little hug and told me she had to go to the little girls room then she would be right back. After being ignored for about an hour I finally left. So just be careful when you go to Klassy Cat.

"But Ripper's" Guide to picking up Hookers in the Bronx

I stumbled across two of the greatest internet postings of all time, on World Sex Guide, written by a playa who calls himself "But Ripper."

"bronx, ny Street Action Dated Added: Mon Sep 2002
Submitted by: but ripper

What's good my horny people? But ripper is back to get you nasty muthafucka's up to date on my 'dick to hard to sleep' romps.... I usually hit the streets around 4:30 am right after the clubs close out and them grimy bitches get to 'poundin the pavement'... If you know the streets you know 'round the 1st and 15th of the month is prime time to catch a thick bitch fresh off a crack binge....Don't assume that all crack ho's have a gray complexion, ashy lips, and open canker sore's...Shit, some of these bitches is fresh out of jail or rehab, thick as shit, and some just started smoking and begun to realize they need to put a dick in they mouth in order to satisfy that addiction.. Yeah, I know it's a fucked up game - but you need to have a strong stomach if you want to pull some righteous shit off the street... "I'm a show ya how to do this man!"~~~~~~I been up on 1st...on the border of Mt. Vernon and the Bronx, 'right near 241 st. last stop on the 2 line...Let me tell you bout this bitch I bagged round 4:20 am the other night. After I dropped my boy home after a night at the Medallis on 38th and 8th, which by the way, is now straight wack - since my man Big Doug no longer runs it "God Bless the Dead" - anyway, I sees this nice round booty walkin up the block and I initially don't think she's a ho cause she's too well dressed and her body is a little too tight - Naturally, the dog must bark// Shit, as horny as I been lately I just needed my dick touched...The bitch approaches and asks my name...We go thru the routine.."you not police," she asks...I say, "Do I look like Police." "How you doin, my name is Joe (of course, it's not - but the bitch can't have my government). "Hi, my name is Monique." I still don't think she's a street walker cause she talkin bout how she stressed and she just needed to get out and take a walk. All along I'm thinkin: "Bitch, I picked you up on the stroll, Be real!!!!" But I play her game, cause I want to get a whiff of that booty...I take the bitch to get some stuff..."I refuse to go into detail during this period - cause it was too grimy for print..~~~~~Anyway, I gets the bitch back to my crib in Yonkers...after picking up a pack of cigs and beet. She knows I'm horny - but she acts like she want to sit there and watch the big screen DVD and shit! I soon give her the look like, "Bitch, get out them jeans and get naked..." She knows it's time and promptly gets up and washes her ass in my bathroom...She comes out all sweet smellin and shit and stands in front of me...I'm layin on the couch with a spliff in one hand and my dick in the other..."Well," she says...Her body is tight...titties all round and big with huge nipples...nice semi-wise ass with a little belly...The bitch got a cute face with a little bob hairdo that resembles Toni Braxton a bit...At first she wants to suck it standing up - but I love to see a bitch on her knees handling her bizness...~~~~So I arrange the position that has her head between my knees...She knows how to work her head and shit, makes me proud...I'm luvin this bitch right now! After I almost shoot a big fat pack of goo in her mouth she takes it out while I put on one a them jumbo rubbers on my big, pretty, black dick...I proceed to wear that bitch out all night and she wants to hold hands when we walk out my condo...I just met the bitch - she fuckes my brains out and I still don't know if she's really a ho...But I do know that I'm a muthafuckin pimp!!!!!~~~ (Review # 6067)"

Who knows what Jealousy lies in the Hearts of Men.. Pt II.

I've weathered many failures in my life, I'm not embarrassed to admit (most of the time). These range from professional and academic, to personal and internal. For the most part, I always strive to view my failures as harsh classrooms, there to show me what not to do the next time as I continue (and I always continue) on my way towards realizing my goals.

It's been a long road arriving to where I am today. That's not to say that I am so completely head and shoulders over my peers (although often times, in many facets of life, that seems to be the case)--rather, it's to illustrate just how far behind I was for the first third of my life thanks to laziness, low self-esteem, lack of social capital, etc.

Growing up, I had absolutely no sense of self-esteem or pride, especially with regards to my physical appearance. I made a concerted effort to get that taken care of, and I did.

I also had no clue how to effectively interact with people in general, and women in particular. I had no understanding of why people act and respond in the way they do. When it came to women, I was absolutely oblivious to how to even begin associating with them. Once again, I made a choice to get that area of my life handled, and I did.

Thanks to a combination of an absence of role models in my life and my own innate dark tendencies, I wound up early on in a lifestyle that could have only ended in addiction and despair. I decided that that wasn't the life I wanted to look back upon from my death bed, and so I made a decision to uproot my life as I knew it and join the military while I was still young enough to turn things around. Once again, I made a conscious decision to improve myself, and I followed through with it. So, I went from a street urchin to a world-traveled professional in roughly six years.

Unfortunately, as I've come to discover, there is a large contingent of humanity that has extreme difficulty effecting any sort of self-motivated change in their individual lives. Since taking control of their own existence on this planet is so completely out of their realm of imagination, when I speak about my life experiences, what they hear is something like this:


My Reality: "It took a huge amount of effort and determination, a lot of sacrifice and heartache, and a decent amount of failure, but I'm at a point now where I'm in a pretty good position professionally."

What 'they' hear: "I'm in a pretty good position professionally, and you're not, so allow me to rub it in your face (because of course the situation is totally out of your control)."

My Reality: "I made a lot of poor decisions early on, which resulted in me having to implement some serious damage-control later on in life. However, they do make for some interesting and hilarious stories, so I'm glad those bad choices were at least good for something."

What 'they' hear: "I have had such an interesting and zany life, and you haven't, so allow me to rub it in your face (because of course you never had a fair opportunity to do anything interesting with your life)."

My Reality: "Thanks to a lot of poor advice and my own natural-born clumsiness with females, I spent the first 20+ years of my life getting flat-rejected and laughed at by more girls than you or I can count. Since then however, I've made a focused effort to study up on human interaction, humbly solicit advice from those guys I know who are successful with women, and start taking pride and care with my physical appearance. As a result, I've managed to improve my lot to the point where I've been lucky enough to successfully land several very beautiful girlfriends, a scenario I could not have even imagined not so many years ago."

What 'they' hear: "I get so many beautiful girls all the time, because I've just got it like that and you don't (and once again, of course, the situation is completely out of your control).


I've found that the specific lessons to be learned from this phenomenon are (1) find and keep friends who have a similar world view to yours when it comes to decidedly setting and accomplishing goals in all (not just one or two) facets of life; and (2) when circumstances such as work, school, etc., dictate that you must interact with those passive-aggressive type individuals who do not share your world view, e.g. that, for the most part, we are all directly responsible for our own destiny, in those situations just keep your mouth shut when it comes to any topic outside of the objective one at hand.

Differences in opinion when it comes to politics, music, culture, religion, etc., are (usually) wonderful, and in that sense I relish the opportunity to be around those who think differently than I do. When it comes to how you run your own life, however, if someone isn't prepared to accept the fact that even the smallest choices they make are directly connected to the life they live day in and day out, then from this point on I have no interest in bringing someone like that into my reality. We may work together, study together, or even be related--but that's where it ends.

Like 50 Cent's grandfather used to tell him when he was a kid: "In life, you'll get as far as the muthafuckaz you talk to for no reason." From now on, I'm taking care of who I talk to.