Rosalinda’s Gentlemen’s Club

In an effort to celebrate one of my friends 26^th birthday; me and my pals decided to spend the evening at Rosalinda’s. I’m not a regular when it comes to going to gentlemen’s clubs – this was the first time that I had ever been to one. Just something to check off the bucket list I suppose. It was late and dark likely around 10 or even 11. The exterior of this place kinda had a slasher film vibe to it. To plainly put this place would make the perfect setting for a B horror movie. The stumbling drug stricken woman that appeared from behind us on entry reinforced this. Upon entry we were greeted by a tattooed-​clad moopy man who request us to all pay a 10 dollar fee. If I had to describe him he would be on par with Keith Richard’s drug ridden corpse. He asked for our driver’s license to check our ages out of the seven of us that came he maybe only looked at two of them. He didn’t give a fuck; this surprised me but because of this we were able to get my under aged friend in. Then there was this elder woman that cashed out all of our 20’s for ones. I’m going out on limb but I’m assuming that she was Rosalinda whom the establishment was named after. There is no nice way to say this but she was being held together with tape and glue. She was old. I gave her $ 40 dollars to spilt into 40 one dollar bills. She kept asking me how much I gave her she couldn’t remember for the life of her. She gave me the nastiest one dollar bills they likely had been soaked in the sweaty ass juice of every trucker from Bakersfield to Redding. They also likely had measurable traces of coke powdered into them. The things these strippers did with them. God. I recall that Eva the better of three strippers placing a bill folded hot dog style on one my friends leg. She told him lean back in dominating manner; this was so she could impress him by picking up his dollar bill with her powerful clenched ass cheeks. She could crack walnuts or break a deck of playing cards with her buttocks. She also really liked kneeling and standing on top my thighs to brush her heavily perfumed bare tits across my face. She must of done this at least 5 or 6 times. I remember seeing two of the guys that I was with getting to her pull out dollar bills that they had tucked into there shirt collars with her mouth. Then there was Faith. The first thing I noticed about her was right thigh was covered in self inflicted cuts. The poor girl. I wasn’t attracted to this working girl at all I just threw some bills her way out of pity I’m sure the other guys felt the same way. I remember that the first thing that she did was crawl toward me to breath on my neck to tell me her name was Faith. It was her mission to let it be known that her name was Faith. After a minute of enduring her performance I was out the door. Before leaving me and one of the other guys decided to buy the birthday boy a private dance from Eva. Some how this was miscommunicated to Rosalinda because she sent out the wrong girl. Good for us the black girl that came out understood that it wasn’t her that we asked for, when we exchanged awkward looks. If there is anything to take away it seems this place is just struggling to stay afloat. I wouldn’t go out of my way to come here but I’m sure a visit here will make for a great story or bizarre experience to share with all your pals back home.

Out in the boonies, along the curvy path of Highway 108, lies this unassuming «gentleman’s club» that boasts a sign that reads «Girls, Girls, Girls.» By the looks of it, you would think a Mötley Crüe would be hanging out here. Or Patrick Swayze. (This place definitely is a Road House!)
However, once inside a happy, down to earth staff greet you. Cover is $ 10 and while most of the good ol’ American beer is cheap, a bottle of Heineken or Blue Moon is $ 6. Some TVs are tuned to sports games but the A-​cut shirt wearing bartender did slide down the remote control to one of them & told me to «change the channel & watch whatever ya want, bud.»
Ok, alcohol settled, turn left from the bar & head inside the small stripper room, where a small selection of mostly pretty little thangs dance topless as horny loud Okies yee-​haw at them, drunk ass Clampers squeal, rough looking bikers grin silently, and clean cut All-​American types sit awkwardly by themselves or with their wives/​girlfriends. (Some of those ladies seemed to enjoy the T & A as much as the men, grabbing a healthy squeeze/​spank when offered!) There were a few Latino men, too, who quietly tossed ones and drank their cervesa. A few obesely fat guys were there, looking thrilled whenever boobs or asscrack was offered to them. One was so large he couldn’t maneuver his body onstage to get a sampling of ass so the stripper made him stand up as she grabbed an overhead beam, then rested her legs upon his shoulders, sliding her booty down so he could place his jowls forward & take a whiff of some sweet ptooty. Real kind of her.
Private dances are available upon request. Yes, there is a motel adjacent offering $ 50 a night rooms, but I won’t cast aspersions on this club. The gals are sweet, mostly attractive (tatted up, but whatever) and the staff is super friendly. Give it a shot if you’re in the area. If you don’t like the women, the people around you will keep you entertained.

Everything seemed quite till I stepped in. Right when you come in the friendliest staff greets you. each worker has a different personality and story. They even have a dancing dog here. Free pool, they have video games, and idk what this cover people talk about is. I paid nothing to get in and enjoyed myself. When the sign says girls, girls, girls, that’s exactly what it means, three girls. The drinks are great priced too. I saw this Guy get slapped for getting out of line. It was awesome. There’s also a motel connected to the place which is very convenient. There’s a pretty cool limo out front too. It looks kinda old school. The schmirnoff is great, great music selection. They have a great patio area too

My buddies and I were on a roadtrip to Yosemite and came across this place in the middle of the night. We thought, «what the heck, let’s stop by for some drinks»
We turned around and came into the driveway, couldn’t really see any action or noise coming from inside the club.
There was a motel right next to the club (surprise surprise), then all of a sudden a guy came out of the room with a shotgun and stared directly at us. We were shocked!!!
We laughed nervously, changed our underwear and left IMMEDIATELY!
This place is super dodgy, but it was worth it in the end for a cool road trip story

went there with my girlfriend a few weeks ago and was suprised at how good looking the girls are. I know this place looks a little seedy from the outside but once you get inside you dont care how it looks. They had everything from a nice good girl looking 18 year old all the way up to a 200 pound 40 year old. The girls went out of there way to make sure me and my girl had a great time. Next time we have friends come visit from out of town we are defenetly taking them here. …oh yea private dances are only 30 bucks and well woth it if you know what i mean.

Christ Almighty! This place looks like the strip club from Dusk to Dawn… bikers — vampires and booze. Highlight is that the dancers have to hop of the stage and get on Virtual DJ, and find their songs… then jump back up. Most efficient!

I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES!
In the dark dark road to don pedro lake — 40 miles away from the yosemite… my buddies and I saw a sign that says «GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS»!!
The rundown bungalow have the word GENTLEMEN’S CLUB written on the front.
The setting reminds me of a scene in a zombie movie. You know… like the movie dust till dawn. a stripclub full of fine strippers out in the middle of nowhere that turns into zombies later?
Just imagine 5 asians in a car wanting to go inside to check it out. That’s taking a big risk of getting our heads blown off by a shotgun. Since we were in the boonies. who know what’s in there?
Anywho, it’s just too bad that one of us forgot our ID. otherwise, $ 10 cover would’ve got us free pool and topless girls all night in the middle of the woods!
*sigh* when I get the chance to go camping again, I will definitely bring my ID!
Originally, we left our campsite to get some ice, but instead of getting ice, we ended up at a stripe joint. LOL