Here, and at several other fabled female strip clubs in Atlanta, they are preparing to welcome throngs of visitors to an entertainment industry unique among cities. They have been around 20 years longer than the Georgia Aquarium, but you may not see Magic City or Blue Flame Lounge listed as destinations on any official Super Bowl literature. Blue Flame alone is expecting upwards of 30, guests this week. For decades, the clubs have helped make Atlanta a premiere convention destination — a draw that has continued even as business conventions have become less male-dominated. And local rappers have made strip clubs here more visible in recent years by using them to promote their music.
In Atlanta, Where Hip-Hop Meets Strip Clubs - The New York Times
The Clermont Lounge is Atlanta's first and longest continually operating strip club , opened in Located in the basement of the Clermont Motor Hotel at Ponce De Leon Avenue, in the Poncey-Highland neighborhood, the Clermont has survived multiple attempts at being closed by the Atlanta city government, and has established a nationwide reputation for its kitschy atmosphere and unusual dancers. Visitors to the Clermont usually alternate between a few handfuls of regulars and large numbers of college students, newcomers to town, and tourists lured in by tales of the Clermont's myriad charms. The Clermont does not serve food or draft beer.
Without city liquor licenses, the clubs would have been fined, or workers there arrested, if they served alcohol after the Sept. They closed voluntarily, but they knew they had to. Sandy Springs has long had its eyes on its adult venues, and one of its first acts upon becoming a city in December was to draft an ordinance that would prohibit alcohol sales at strip clubs, require dancers to be at least four feet away from patrons and limit hours from 8 a. Other governments are also battling with their nude entertainment venues.
In Atlanta, where hip-hop rubs up against notorious strip clubs, rappers who want to make it big get their start by making it rain. The strip club Follies, in Atlanta, is neither a dump nor a gilded pleasure palace. It could probably pass for a college bar, if not for the metal detector at the door and the never-ending parade of bare and bespangled bosoms. Inside, a narrow stage snakes around the bar, dividing the room into different sectors named for properties on the Monopoly board.