
First, I want to mention Showpark. After going back there numerous times and different days of the week, and had a chance to more closely scrutinize the girls, I've come to the sad conclusion they are not all that. When I say 8 or 9's in my earlier post, I was a bit mistaken. Maybe because of the art exhibition that day that brought out the best girls, but the average weeknight is rather average. The girls are also not solid 7,8, or 9's, but rather that is the average combining face and body. More often you'll see a 10 body, and a 6 face, giving you an 8, for example. Rare you'll find an 8 face and 8 body. Disappointed, I decided to try a place other punters I've spoken to, suggested. It's Sexy Go Go.
Sexy Go Go calls itself a cabaret, which is what the Europeans seem to call strip clubs. Cabarets traditionally have dancing and I guess dancing on a pole qualifies. It's a two level establishment, arranged in a semi-circle around a semi-circle stage. Imagine a larger version of The Brass Rail, except there's nothing special between the upstairs and the downstairs. For all intents and purposes, you're visiting a traditional strip club, EXCEPT the girls walking around don't ask you if you want a dance,
they ask you if you want to fuck them. And God damn it, that is exactly what I've always said has been missing from strip clubs I've been to in North America! You see a hot chick perform and you think, "damn, I wish I could fuck her."
I'll start from the beginning, so bear with me as I go into a lot of detail.
Walking in, you are greeted by a bunch of bald-headed, middle-aged Eastern European guys. They didn't look like mafia, or particularly tough, just a little surly. To the right is the ticket booth. Entry is 300 kc (less than $20), but I tried to negotiate for 200. It was 1 am and I didn't think I would spend much time there. No dice, but the ticket lady said they would be open until 6 am. Because the public transit had already closed, I would have to walk home so I thought there may be a chance I keep myself warm and just hang out in the joint until 5 am or so when the subways re-opened.
Be warned. Because of its central location in the heavy tourist area downtown, there are a lot of black guys trying to convince you to go into the club, some legit, some not, offering strange deals like 300 kc for entry and free beer, which can be a lie. Inside the door, beside the ticket booth, they had another woman trying to upsell you. She was a young, blonde, Russian with hair tied back and very attractive. But you can see in her eyes she could also be cunning. Being inside the club, her offer was probably legit, but still too much: 1600 kc (a little under $100) for unlimited drinks. I declined, checked in my coat and walked in.
You start on the upper level, hit by a wave of music, lights, sound, people, and energy - disconcerting to a novice. Like any other strip club you've been to, there are tables and chairs scattered about, with some girls walking around and sitting beside guests. I was aware of the sex part and didn't know how it worked, but assumed, like a strip club, the girl would approach you. I walked down the stairs, towards the far side of the stage where comfy sofas lined the walls. I thought that would be a good place to start.
Scanning the premises, I noticed the girls were younger and prettier, on average, than those at showpark. You also had closer averages. Instead of 9 bodies with 6 faces, you got solid 6-6, 7-7, 8-8's. No real surprises. There was also a lot of variety. A few old ladies, young girls, model-types, and black girls...too many black girls. There was even Blossom. Yes, Blossom, like the girl from the 90's sitcom. Spitting image. She looked way too young, kind of ugly, but bounding with youthful energy. She followed another girl around I guess as a student learning the trade, but there was something unsettling about it because she was too ugly, young, and too enthusiastic, smiling at every opportunity. I could swear that was retard happiness; you know, when retards are happy at just experiencing anything new, they get all giddy. Kind of sad.

a handy menu was on the table, giving you the option of a table dance or other mini show. For what you can get at showpark, it didn't seem worth it. While I was there, no one took up any of these options.
A stripper was dancing on the stage when a young Mongolian girl approached me. She was young...maybe 20-21, cute, but not my type. She asked how I was and seemed genuinely very friendly. She wanted to know if I'd be interested in any activities, but I declined. She understood, smiled, and walked away. A second girl, who reminded me of Jamie Lynn Sigler, stopped by. Small talk was exchanged about where we were from. She asked me where I thought she was from and I said "Italy". Flattered, she shook her head. OK, I read up beforehand about these places. She must be either Ukrainian or Russian. She was the former. Again I declined and she happily walked away. For the most part, all the girls were like this. Very friendly and not pushy at all. You politely decline and they walk away. They'll leave you alone for most of the evening afterwards. The only exception being the black girls. They were scary aggressive. No small talk whatsoever. The first one sat down next to me and point blank: "I suck your cock?". They were all dark-skinned, with tribal-type faces, not the more westernized look like Beyonce, Rihanna, or Mya. Another black girl didn't even sit down next to me. She stood in front of me and smacked my balls, calling out, "Let's fuck now". HELL NO!
I ordered the cheapest thing they had, which was the beer on tap for 89 kc ($5). Quite reasonable compared to anything in Toronto, but borderline outrageous in Prague. It was very relative. You could have a bottle of name-brand whisky, liquer, vodka, etc, for just 990 kc ($56) whic when shared among a group of friends, is a great price for a night out, but again, relative because it costs just 200 kc for a bottle of the stuff in the supermarket here, and most restaurants don't charge more than double retail for a bottle.
The floor show surprises. In a typical strip club, girls go on stage, dance, strip, and repeat. But at the Sexy Go Go, there is variety. Shortly after I came in, the live sex show started. Monk chant music played as a guy wearing a robe came out and motioned to the crowd like he was preaching. A nun followed behind. He turned towards the nun, who dropped to her knees with her hands in prayer, face him, before moving her hands under his rob, grabbing his cock out, and sucking on it. Everything live, right there. They proceeded to disrobe, and fuck in a variety of positions before he got up with her on her knees, finishing on her face. Paper towels appeared out of nowhere it seems and they packed up, bowed, and left the stage.
Next up was a stripper that was a dead ringer for a fashion model. She was tall, very lean, with high cheekbones and a small, tight ass. Not Victoria Secret runway, but traditional runway where the chicks are a bit stick-like. If you ever imagined what a fashion model might look like strip-dancing, this was it. Not quite sexy because she was so skinny, but it satisfied that part of my curiousity and imagination.
What followed was more strippers and dancers. Around the club, were three young dancers, the kind you see on stage performances at concerts or in music videos. 19-20, 5'4 at most, and really tight dancer bodies. They were easy 9's. Young tight bodies. Trouble was, they were part of the sex entertainment. You could make an offer, but would likely be turned down. They danced on stage every once in a while, as a sort of intermission between the shows.
Other acts included a more traditional can can dance, without nudity and just lots of leg kicks, a really fat, old lady singing czech opera tunes, a lesbian show with this one involving a teacher and student, and near the end of the evening, a real fat lady dressed in traditional czech garb, stripping. I applaud them for the variety, but seeing that fat chick naked made my dick limp for an hour. She was taller than me and easily 300+ pounds. I couldn't even see her pussy. It disappeared somewhere in the folds of the skin, possible where the breasts merged with the stomach and became an undulating wave of fat.
The point is, you never got bored with the show and could sit there all evening just watching the stage, which is what I did.

Sitting for hours, you have to relieve yourself every so often and it came as quite a surprise how clean the bathrooms were. They weren't modern and new, but very clean and had the fresh smell of oranges in the air from freshly sliced oranges in the urinals.
In the men's bathroom, I struck up a conversation with a Russian university student named Alexander. Later on, he introduced me to his friends, Elia, Tom, and Tesla. Their parents sent them to Prague to study and hopefully find a job. As Tom explained to me, the Czech Republic's universities are considered some of the best in Europe and certainly better than most in Russia except for the University of Moscow, which is also notoriously hard to get into. Sitting and drinking, they told me about the other clubs they went to such as one called Captain Nemo which was highly regarded by some of the punters in the chat forums. If I could trust anyone's judgement, it was 4 university boys whose tastes were similar to mine: hot, young, and slender. Captain Nemo was the complete opposite of those qualities and should be avoided. Tom told me he wasn't interested in any of Sexy Go Go's girls because he had a girlfriend, and showed me her picture. She was a raven-haired brunette, resembling a younger version of the evil chick in Prison Break, wearing a skimpy little bikini. Nice.
Continuing our talk about other clubs, they described the two other clubs next to Sexy Go Go, which I was also interested in: Darling and Atlas. They thought the girls prettier at Sexy and the entertainment better, which is what others have said. Also much cheaper.
While Showpark cost 1000 kc ($57) per half hour, Sexy Go Go's standard rate was 1800 kc for 20 minutes, 2300 kc for the half hour, and 4000 kc for the hour. That was double the costs of showpark, but you were getting significantly better product. The girls at Sexy were younger, more uniform in quality as I mentioned earlier, and the areas were well lit to see them from as much as 10ft, clearly, whereas you often didn't know what you got at Showpark until you were right up to their noses and seeing a hot chick from a few feet away turn into a total hag up close, has been a regular occurance for me at showpark. Compared to Toronto and most North American cities, it's slightly cheaper, but the huge advantage is you get to see and speak with the girls before deciding whether or not to go all the way. Regular punters in the chat rooms often repeat the mantra that the overall experience depends on the chemistry between the two of you. You could have a 10, but if she is not smiling and acting like a dead log, you'll feel very disappointed. Whereas an 8 who gives you the time of your life, putting her hands all over you and enthusiastically appreciating your company, is easily remembered.
In Toronto, a strip club such as For Your Eyes Only can operate out of a 5 storey building, but only used up 2 of the stories. You can wonder what the other floors are for. At Sexy Go Go, those other floors are the apartments where you fuck the whores. Once you've settled on a girl and agree to go to the rooms, she takes your money and uses a portion of it to pay the club to rent the room for the duration agreed upon. I don't know how much it is, but I'm guessing it's not that cheap. That explains how the club gets a cut of it.
You are led around a passage to a quiet area with elevators and stairs, taking you up to the rooms. The rooms are way bigger and more accomodating than the almost sterile, purpose-built, closets of showpark. Showpark felt trailer trash because the rooms resembled sleeping areas in a trailer, but Sexy Go Go had regular sized apartments of about 250-300 square feet with a double bed, tv, radio, mirror, and shower.
Back to pricing: the other clubs, Darling and Atlas, were far more expensive. Darling asked for 3000 kc per half hour, which was 3 times that of showpark and well above most girls in any North American city. That could be justified if you were sleeping with high 9's and 10's, but it didn't seem like there were any according to the Russian kids.
As the night progressed, we had a good time. At one point, a tall, Amazonian blonde led Alexander up onto the stage and simulated oral with a dildo on him and brought her pussy up to his face as she slid the dildo in and out of her vagina. He was horribly nervous up in front of everyone, despite having a hot chick naked in front of him, but it was justified because she also towered over him, with legs that could probably crush him. Elia was falling asleep as the group also waited out at the club until public transit restarted. Tom was getting a little bored and Tesla was snuggling up to a girl he'd been trying to neck all night. Tom explained Tesla wanted to fuck the girl for free, but Tom said to me pointedly, "you know that's not possible. she is whore and she wants money". Tesla and the girl had hidden away onto one of the sofas, away from my view. When I came back from the bathroom, the girl was gone and Tesla was in a bad mood. I could guess what happened: fed up that Tesla was just interested in trying to get a free one and jerking her around for two hours when she could've found some other punter willing to pay, she eventually told him to fuck off. By then, Alexander and Elia had gone home and Tesla and Tom decided to take off, perhaps hitting an afterparty somewhere.
I stayed by myself for the rest of the night, not the slightest bit sleepy because of the excitement still coursing through me. This was a fantastic new experience. But around 5:30am, I decided to take off. The club was still hopping. If anything, there were now more guys here and the girls were still going around, trying to fuck. I just didn't want to be around to watch the inevitably weird spectacle of a strip club closing for the night. And the girl dancing on stage barely did anything except the two step for three whole songs and still hadn't taken anything off. By the time she did, I was unimpressed and a little angry.
Overall, Sexy was a great experience and highly recommended, especially when you compare it to strip clubs back home. For $100, you can get a 5 song lap dance lasting maybe 20 minutes, whereas you get full service for 20 minutes, at the same price.