Cheater’s

What a filthy, disgusting DIVE! The manager was one worm of a person. A wannabe tough guy. If you looked at him seriously he’d scurry off into one of the rat holes. The bartenders are about as sexy as a bucket of hammers. The dancers… well you can guess. A hole!

Da da dararara ta da da rump bump bara ra ta da da…
That’s circus music, in case you’re wondering. That’s what this place is. It combines circus freak shows with strip clubs, and the result is one horrendous experience.
After seeing some of the girls (presumably) here, I would honestly say I’d prefer seeing an 80 year old cafeteria lady naked than to ever be subjected to these strippers. If you plan on pregaming before coming here, you will need something insanely strong and powerful, something that would allow you to warm up to a stripper that looks like Steve Tyler meets Joan Rivers.
Even if I received something as simple as a lap dance from one of these girls, and I had on 4 layers of pants and 3 condoms on, I’m pretty sure I would catch something. Is that an exaggeration? Prove me wrong.

Bare with me on this one, because I’m going to have to get a little creative with some of the language.
My friends and I were in Providence on our usually holiday night out. This was back a few years and up until this time we had always gone to the Foxy Lady for the night. Well we went and it was BORING! The place was empty, and being a Friday night that made it REALLY empty. The dancers that were there completely didn’t want to be there and we found out they had stopped the oil wrestling shows a few months earlier. So what do a few drunk guys do when they’re usual strip club has been exhausted… jump in a cab and ask him where we can find some trouble.
Well to the cabbie’s credit he brought us to exactly what we had asked for. The name Cheater’s is actually very fitting… I thought it was Cheetahs until I Google’d it and found the correct spelling. (good ol’ Boston accents… we hate R’s!)
I wouldn’t call it a strip club… but there was a naked girl on the stage. Of course, she happened to be passed out up there for a while. But it wasn’t a brothel either, because as we all know those aren’t legal around here… plus I didn’t see any beds.
We were approached but a number of ladies, offering a number of different things… none of which would be called a smart buy in my standards. But there was plenty of willing participants, so to each their own.
To their credit the place was relatively packed, in both levels and various rooms… from what I could tell.
Will I be stopping by again? I never say never, but it is EXTREMELY unlikely…