Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club

Wow, here is a place that feels the need to lie to its customers when you give a credit card to their servers, and they don’t tell you that you’re going to have a $ 100 charge on your card for probably 3 days. Now the right thing to do is to say
«hey if you use your card whether it be a debit card or a credit card or whatever payment you choose to do electronically you will be charge this amount via a pre authorization»
, just so you know. this was never said to not only me, But to my friend 2 days prior, the horrible horrible b**** at the bar made it clear that I was outta line that I was not told this, well needless to say if you come to this place run run far away and never look back it is the worst place ever
And I’m so so glad none of those women there are in my inner circle ever. Fuck you Cleveland!

Love all the women there. They are very nice and sexy and I love the dj’s, just hate the management. Yaz and Angela are so rude and down right terrible people.

I was visiting my family from Ohio and went with my brother to this place. Being from Miami I expected a level of interest. Instead I got the worst experience of my life… the girls look like the they came directly from Lorain county trailer parks. The staff was co. pletely rude never be back again.

The dancers were boring and paid no attention to the patrons. They were barely dancing, but more so just walking around the stage picking up money.
The only thing this place has going for it is the fact that it’s open later than the rest of the gentlemens clubs in the flats.
I’d much rather take my money to Christie’s Cabaret.

Cynthia D is the type woman that destroys the experience of a strip club. Ooo a girl touched your boyfriend’s shoulder. Get over it you’re insecure. Hustlers is an upscale strip club with good looking girls and good food. A girl came up to my boyfriend and practically sat in his lap. I think it was great the girls didn’t feel intimidated to stop over while I was sitting there. Also they have poles that go all the way up to the ceiling so the girls get a little crazy on the poles very entertaining.

Great place. I love it. I had my best friends bachelor party there. He didn’t want to leave, calling it his favorite place. If you go, see a dancer named India. Super hot, girl next door type

I went here a couple months ago during my month long celebration of finding a new job. I am glad that celebration stopped because it completely negated the pay increase I received from leaving. Now I may be coming here to quell my fears that I made the wrong move. Change is never easy. Change is also not advised to bring to the Hustla. I had a life changing experience here and the Latina girl with the full arm sleeve tattoo was responsible. I will never forget her. I have been bringing it up to a lot of buddies when they bring up dumb stuff like the Lido or whatever and last night at the Indians game, my friend said he shared a similar experience from a girl matching the description! Her moves are that of a professional. What did Bono say? She moves in mysterious ways? Her ways are bono-​fied. The aerobics and the talent that the girls exhibit on stage are insane. They are in terrific shape and possess great upper body and core strength. A friend and I came here and he brought along a girl who has never been to a gentleman’s club. Her mind was blown. This is just a fantastic place.

Daddy hit this jizz-​joint after 12 hours of steady day drinking on a quest for rock bottom. Wouldn’t recommend walking, unless your wish in life represents the shower scene from American history X, spring for a cab. The talent was outstanding! I left a piece of my heart in Cleaveland that night with a sweet young gal named Chrissy (Dibs!), along with about 400 bucks. Minor hand play in the private rooms was to my delight. Cheers boys!

Always come here when I feel down on myself and need a good motorboat…

Amazing food beautiful women and a special on ribs today. Who needs fireworks.

For months my boyfriend and I would drive past this place as it was being built. You could tell they were dumping big bucks into it. Lots of marble, this Vegas-​like building was coming to life. Built with our tax dollars. The first week they opened my boyfriend wants us to go check it out. For business reasons. I’ve never been to a strip club. I went to the Roxy right before they closed just to check out the old strippers. I love burlesque, the tease, the art of the game. Gypsy Rose Lee and I share the same birthday. But I’ve seen the Howard Stern show, so I know this is different. The big night comes. I’m trying to be all cool and hip, yeah, couples go to strip clubs and have a blast. We’re bad that way too! We’re walking to the door (I was walking, he was doing cartwheels) and I’m kvetching, my man is going to see pairs and pairs of round full boobs, tight asses, gorgeous young things, this is so intimidating. And I’m old enough to be their mom. The inside of this place is a snore décor-​wise. Dark wood, dark walls, no art (I know, it’s a strip club but they could make an effort). Stage with a stripper pole. A little neon here and there. Booths along the wall. The night manager (a guy) gives us the big tour. We end up outside on their patio, which is bricked up high so no one can see in. Oh! I haven’t mentioned the strippers! One would think during their opening week they’d have their best talent on board. I only saw one hot stripper in the whole place. She was up and down, twirling around on the pole which was interesting to me for about 2 minutes. She was good but, one monkey don’t stop a show. I saw a muffin top, 34B boobs, no babes like the Scores girls I expected. We’re at a table and this skinny little thing in a bikini comes to join us. She sits down and starts to chat. Then she put her hand on my boyfriend’s shoulder. I’ve never been a jealous woman, whatever, but I saw RED. How dare she! I wanted to grab her by her scrawny little neck and shake her until her extensions fell out. She must have felt the steam coming out of my ears so she took off. This was no hip couple she was chatting up, no money to be made here. After she leaves, my bf asks me if I’d like a lap dance! Why would I want some skank grinding on me putting her boobs in my face? Why? I guess there’s not an ounce of lesbo tendencies in me. I asked him how he’d feel if I called the manager over and have him grind his package in his face. Well then you know how I feel. I realize, I sound like the Bitch of Beuchenwald. I really am fun, love stimulating conversation, love to yuck it up. Just not a girl you take to a strip club. I might cut someone.