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 Found in the basement of the Clermont Hotel is the Clermont Lounge. It's either stripper heaven, or, depending on how they danced in an earlier lifetime, stripper hell. When I lived in Atlanta over five years ago, I never frequented this landmark, but I had heard tell of, a large black woman in a blonde wig, appropriately named Blondie. She is supposedly a larger-than-life stripper who would crush a beer can between her 36 FFF breasts. Enough to pique anyone's curiosity.It wasn't until I left and later returned to the "New York of the South" for business that I succumbed to the wonders of the Clermont. In a recent trip to Atlanta for a friend's bachelor party, I once was again able to experience this phenomenon of PBR cans nestled amongst the dank fumes of century old patrons resting on a mended bartop held together with black gaffer tape. Not to mention, it was another opportunity to see some of the most interesting strippers you will ever get to meet in America.  During my recent visit, I met a stripper named Porsche, a "mature" woman who wore a blue chiffon prom dress dating back fifty years while on stage. Maybe it's the one she actually wore to her prom… Her routine was the same all night long. As she danced, (which in itself was a joke since all she did was sway back-and-forth to the music) she lifted her dress while pulling her panties to the side. She then dropped her top to display her large sagging breasts, winked and stuck out her tongue. For this I nicknamed her the peek-a-boo stripper. Patrons went wild, jamming the bar all night to tip her. After her two dances, Porsche was replaced by another woman named Serena. Serena wasn't nearly as old as Porsche but she was twice as large. As she danced, her childbearing hips  moved like a lava lamp, quickly garnering more tips than Porsche.The last woman on the stage for the evening was Light of Day. It's not a very easy name to recall after hours at the bar, but I was helped by the fact that she was the most beautiful of the bunch. In fact even with her tattooed covered body and blonde, medusa hairstyle, I kept thinking that at least this one I could take home to mother. Before Light of Day took the stage, I saw her tooling around the club with her shooter tray, getting men blitzed while relieving them of currency from their bulging wallets. And just in case you're not into watching these interesting ladies take it off for quarters, there's a jammed packed dance floor that kept the beat going all night long. If you haven't been to the Clermont, and you appreciate the weirder side of life, it's a must visit when you're passing through Atlanta.
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