text: I'm not a gynecologist,  but I'll have a look.\n\nI don't know who that blonde wearing the blue thong was or where her daddy issues came from, but I finally figured out how I want to die when I grow up. I want that fucking blonde from last weekend to sit on my God damn pretty Asian face and suffocate me to death. That would be an amaaaazing way to go out. NOM NOM NOM. Eat her ass up like shrimp fried rice.  Her butthole smelled like Heaven.\n\nI'm not gonna lie. I like the Rhino much better than this place. I just feel like the set up and the slam pieces at the Rhino are of a much better caliber. A good portion of the slams at Sapphire look like Krusty the Klown. They're of a lesser quality, BUT every once in a while you will meet an incredible slam piece loaded with daddy issues and eating disorders (SUCH a turn on). So it's kind of like do I want a dance from Emmanuelle Chriqui at the Rhino or do I want a dance from Amy Whinehouse at Sapphire? Hmmm...\n\nAnyways, if you're at any of these strip clubs then I suggest getting bottle service. It's obv  the way to go. You're not walking around aimlessly and accidentally touching other dudes' boners. Instead, you're at a table with your boys passing slams around from lap to lap like you guys used to pass around the \"hot potato\" back in first grade. When that slam piece of your dreams lands on your lap you take her to the back and show her your boner. DISCRETION: If you get kicked out then don't blame me, bro.