We walked into the dimly lit club with glowing shades of purple, blue, and orange penetrating the black darkness. Nobody had been to the Hunt Club before, and we didn’t know what to expect. Or, maybe we expected the worst. Having lived in Vegas for many years, I wasn’t a stranger to strip clubs. This wasn’t my first time (or my tenth) experiencing salacious entertainment, but I walked in there a Hunt Club virgin.

When rallying my friends to join me for sushi (because who’s going to a eat at a strip club alone? Other than the “regulars”, that is) – I was met with responses from curious adventures and comedic puns...

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