Strats 108

Basically if you’re broke but still want to look at naked chicks this is the stop club for you. There is no door charge and there is even a $ 2 raffle where you win a lap dance haha
One drunken night just after I’d turned 18 I ended up here and won the raffle. I vaguely remember a middle aged woman dancing on me naked.
Harmless fun in-​between bars.

With a lot of my good friends being guys, I unfortunately end up here way more often then I’d want to. I mean, I’m not really fussy where I’m at, as long as I have good company, but the creatures that lurk this dark and dirty place often send me running.
This is the place you go on a weeknight, when you’ve been to as many pubs as possible, drank way too many jugs and then the boys decide they want boobies. It’s free entry, which is never a good thing for a strip club. And trust me, I don’t think you’ll want to be paying any other money when you get in here. How do these guys make any money? Oh right, really drunk people.
This is sadly the only strip club I have been into, so I suppose I can’t judge too much. But my friends get naked all the time so I don’t see the point in paying for nakey times.

I say this first, and that is that Strats is no better or no worse than the Crazy Horse.
As much as Crazy Horse wants you think so, it simply isn’t.
The main difference between the two is that Crazy Horse has a $ 15 cover charge, and Strats has NO COVER CHARGE AT ALL.
As far as drunken youth are concerned, Strats is kind of the anti-​hero of strip clubs.
It’s out there, among the desolate landscape of central Hindley St, trawling for unsuspecting intoxicated people to come and pay to see some areas of a woman’s body that you otherwise wouldn’t be able to see in the public arena.
I wouldn’t call myself a strip club regular, or even that I know a lot about them, I’ve only been here a few times. I did however once live with a girl who worked here, and as far as her experience working there went, it was exactly as I expected. She moved out and still owes me a lot of rent actually, but I digress.
I actually prefer Strats over the Crazy Horse because Strats is smaller and more intimate. Prices for dances are lower and they have larger tables for bigger parties of people.
The stage is quite low and for a tiny fee you can sit on the very comfortable couches surrounding the quite low stage.

LET“S GO TO STRATS!!! I screamed girlishly one drunken Saturday evening whilst wandering the zombie plains of Hindley st.
I mainly wanted to see what I had been bad mouthing throughout my entire door girl career, I used to send people to Strats who had absolutely no chance of getting in anywhere else. This is how Strat girls make their money, from the rejections of other strip clubs.
Now there wasn’t much skin to be seen once I made it up the stairs and the man who was getting a lapdance on the stage actually yawned, the showmanship was deplorable. The seating reminded me of a school assembly area, you remember those horrible uncomfortable plastic chairs? This is why it’s free to get in.
Another point, I know it comes down to taste, but looking at these girls, where did they get the idea that they could make some money in this business of fantasy and flashing your bits? They aren’t much to look at and I don’t think there are too many punters out there looking to get a lap dance from a 40yr old stripper. If a dancer get fired from say the Palace or Crazies, this is where they are banished to, there is a pecking order of strip clubs in Adelaide:
The Palace, Crazy Horse (more affectionately terms «Crazy Whores»), The Firm and finally Strats. You know, you can enter a raffle to win a lap dance here, regular meat market. Classy.
So, next time someone stupidly says «let’s go to Strats» your answer should be «let’s not.»

This is the worst strip joint on Hindley (and that’s saying something!). I made the mistake of entering Strats one too-​bright morning at the crack of dawn, after a massive night out with a guy friend. Never again (well unless I start to see the funny side one day). I thought this was meant to come under the adult entertainment banner but at best it was horribly depressing. The girls weren’t exactly hot (if I’m going to look at naked chicks I can leave the cellulitey saddle-​bags thanks) and to say they were less than enthusiastic is the understatement of the year. To be fair they had been bumping and grinding all night long by this point but haven’t they heard — the show must go on! I say if your chosen career path is to strip at least do it with something resembling loud and proud. But this? Heads hung in either boredom or shame, sloppy movements (my cat washing itself is sexier and more graceful) and the seedy clientele, which led me to wonder if I really needed to walk past them again to go to the bathroom ergh. In essence it amounted to a living, breathing ‘kids don’t do drugs’ warning, otherwise you may end up on either side of a place like this. In a nutshell — tragic, for all involved!

Formally known as The 108 Lounge (or 108s), I’m assuming the word Strats has been added to the title in attempt clear up some confusion about the location (132 Hindley Street).
So why don’t they just call it Club132? I’ll leave that up to you to ponder, but in today’s society it is not uncommon to call a spade an orange.
Once you get inside, a selection of the venue’s finest felines will approach you in an effort to sell raffle tickets. The prize being an opportunity to join them on stage for a public lap dance (Not to be confused with a chook raffle like some of my mates have in the past).
To be honest, every time I’m come here I’ve been completely off my chops, but always had a great time nevertheless, and the Bacardi test tube shooters are a winner.
The ladies here aren’t every ones cup of tea, but then again, I like my women like my wine — cheap and flexible.