Last November, when Felix Cuesta walked through his South Bronx strip club, there were no naked women dancing on the poles, or men throwing bills at them. The club was pitch-black and completely silent.
Cuesta had closed down the strip joint, Platinum Pleasures, several
months earlier when he lost his liquor license. But every week, he came
back with a flashlight to inspect the shuttered gentlemen's club. In the
unlit main room, he could only see what the beam of his light shined
on: some red drapes, metallic poles running from the floor to the
ceiling, and a golden glass-cased shower.
"That was for the weekly shower shows," said Cuesta. "We were one of the only clubs in the city that had one."
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