Paradise City II

if your not trying to impress just go here with your friends and skip everywhere else. looks like a 3^rd world warzone but once you get past the atmosphere its loads of fun like a byob players lounge. decent enough girls that are very friendly without the princess attitude and want to have fun and entertain without the hassle of other clubs nearby. If ever in the area again will just skip vixens and take my $ here. Private dances highly recommended, Thanks Brooke!

I always rate places on my relative expectations. Rolling up to this place, my expectations were pretty low being in Bunker Hill, WV… I mean West Virginny always gets a bad rap… but sometimes, unwarranted.
Paradise City II is a GREAT BYOB place that reminds me of my all-​time favorite club in Baltimore. The girls aren’t the hottest fashion models around but they are good fun country stripper girls that will show you their appreciation if you show them appreciation. You go through a weapons pat-​down, then pay your cover – and let the fun begin!
The girls weren’t too pushy or forward at all… we were only approached if we seemed interested.
On the downside, smoking is allowed inside. Once you get used to non-​smoking cleaner air, smoking rooms are a wake up call of the past. Some of the girls could use some lessons on hygiene… like brushing their teeth after smoking or freshing up after a sweating dance pole set… but that can be said almost anywhere.
This place closes late and if you are spending money, they will accomodate you. I got a lapdance near closing time, and they stayed open a little later so I could get a full session. THAT’S SERVICE!!!

It was shocking how bad this place had become! Taped barriers blocked off a collapsing ceiling, some booths looked like wild moose trampled them, every urinal and toilet was flooded with vomit or something else, and the place was filled with thugs and drug addict dancers. What I mention is no joke!
Several years ago friends and I would make the hour long drive from Washington DC to attend this novel place. It was BYOB, so we brought our own ice chest and experienced fun times interacting and drinking with the dancers; dancers who were friendly and good hustlers. Fast forward only a year into the future and the place is a total disaster!
About 25% of the booths were in catastrophic condition. I sat on one end of a booth and the other end shot up like a teeter totter! For safety I had to switch to a booth near by which was tilted like a slide, but that was the best available option! Near this booth was tape, lots of tape.
An entire corner of tables, booths, and chairs were taped off! And chunks of the ceiling were still lying about them. No one ever cleaned it. The first dancer who approached, which had extremely dilated pupils and was slurring every word explained that the damage had occurred over time. I thought some violent fight caused the damage, but it was just neglect. The place had been under new ownership for the last year, and this owner must be a complete fool!
I had to use the bathroom and was disturbed. One urinal had so much pee that if one more person relieved themselves, it would overflow. The only other urinal was filled with vomit! My only hope remained with the one stall present. I opened the door and discovered a toilet clogged with skid-​marked toilet paper. What’s more, no soap dispenser existed in the bathroom!
After some time I got a dance from a dancer who seemed like the normal one of the bunch. She was noticing how cold my hands were. At that moment it dawned on me that I had been shivering all night and my skin was actually like ice cold. I hadn’t noticed my own shivering because of the distracting and horrifying surroundings. The AC was blasting in that place for some bazaar reason! Parts of the dance consisted of her rubbing my hands on her warm thighs. She seemed concerned how cold my skin felt. I wanted a fun dance, not a cure for hypothermia.
Soon thereafter, my friend and I left and we will NEVER EVER go back. I will tell all my coworkers who sometimes make the drive to attend the Bunker Hill gentleman clubs, to avoid this place FOREVER!
There is a plus though, my friend and I went to Foxy Lady’s and had a fun time. It is not all bad in Bunker Hill.