Techno music churns throughout the room, weaving around Japanese businessmen, bouncing off greasy-haired guys from Long Island and assaulting my ears with its incessant bass thump. To me, the loud music is the most distracting thing in the room. My guy friends, seated at the other end of our booth, would disagree. For them, the plentiful breasts and buttocks of the famous Scores strip club in New York City are where... More >>>