When in one in Munich I realised it was time to leave when I saw one of the other guys putting his credit card down.
I had a nice kebab on the way home and a wee behind a bush.
(Bazongaloid, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:09, 2 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

I went on a stag do in Berlin
The lads wanted to take the groom to a lap-dancing bar but couldn't find one, so we ended up getting into a cab and asking to be taken to one. Something must have got lost in the translation because we ended up in a thinly-disguised brothel. We made our excuses and left.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:14, Reply)

Standard fare in Eastern Europe.
it seems to be a pretty even split between titty bars and brothels with little to distinguish the two.

we played that game in Porto a while back (get in a taxi and gamble) but the place (strip club, for clarification, not a brothel) was astoundingly high class*. And comprehensively astoundingly expensive.

*I should clarify - insofar as an establishment where you pay ladies to be naked and do stuff can ever be "high class"
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:18, Reply)

This was my first and only experience of a brothel
It seemed pretty tawdry to me, but I have no reference point to compare with.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:23, Reply)

Oh yeah. totally, the one in Porto wasn't a brothel, I should have clarified that.
I'm not sure high class brothels exist.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:25, Reply)

I saw one of the other guys putting his credit card down. one of the doormen punched me in the face for groping a Bavarian slapper.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Wed 23 Nov 2011, 16:14, Reply)