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Was there for a bachelor thing, and was pretty uncomfortable with how aggressive the women were. It was a little embarrassing. But plenty of them were pretty hot.

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That's part of the reason we decided to check out the Rhino. Last year, I was practically attacked by one of the women at Scores.

Funny(?) story: Last year at Scores, one of the guys I was out there with (friend of a friend) had gone on a $50k blackjack run, and decided he was going to go upstairs and see what was up. About 30 mins later, he comes back down more drunk than he was before, and says "OK guys, I have 5 of the HOTTEST women you have ever seen upstairs at a private table and they want to meet you."

This guy had already proven himself an extreme douche, so I wasn't quite sure I wanted to go upstairs, mainly because I'd have to be around him. Nobody else wanted to go up, and he resorted to practically begging us to come upstairs.

I couldn't stand his begging anymore, and agreed to go up. I get up there, and in the back corner find a roped-off table with 5 women at it. He's waving me in. "Come on dude, meet the girls!" The room is dark, and I can't quite see how hot they are, until I get closer and realize I am decidedly *not* into any of them. (I just can't get into fake boobs and collagen.)

I say "Hold on a sec, I'm gonna go get everyone, BRB!" and quickly head downstairs.

Get down there to see a brunette in a cat outfit (It was Halloween weekend last year) fully rubbing my friend's junk through his pants while whispering in his ear. He's making the "Let's go" gesture with his head, and I manage to round everyone up.

A moderately hot scrippa sees me headed for the door, intercepts me, grabs my junk, and whispers "Where are you going?" into my ear. I say "I gotta split, I'm going to gamble."

"Wait right here. I'm coming with you." she says....

"Errrr, what?"

"I'm going to come with you. I just need to tell my boss I'm leaving."

"You can just leave? Don't you have to, uhhhh, work?"

"I CAN LEAVE WHENEVER I WANT. DON'T GO ANYWHERE. I'M COMING WITH YOU. BE RIGHT BACK!"

She scampers off, and I make the "Let's get f- out of here" call, and we grab a car outside, leaving the friend of a friend upstairs with his silicone harem.

The next day we end up running into him mid-afternoon. He's visibly hungover, and asking why we bailed on him. He says the women turned bitchy when we didn't come upstairs, but he ended up staying there for a few more hours.