Page Six has always faithfully covered -- no pun intended -- the city's more upscale mammary meccas. God bless their red-blooded American souls, giving us, over the years, the score from locales like Scores West. But what of the Wall Street machers, ecdysiasts all, who smooth themselves out after a hectic day of hustling the papers with blowcaine, some good scotch and a trip to the city's flesh Nirvana's? The financial crisis is so-to-speak trickling down the strippers tips. From Page Six:
"WALL Street's financial crisis has trickled down to Manhattan's mammary meccas. A source tells us jiggle joints all over the city are seeing a drop in business, with fewer customers, less bar traffic and a drop in lap dances. 'The strippers at Penthouse Executive Club are all moaning and groaning,' one insider tells us."
"Insider"? Stop listening in on the VIP Room! More:
"'They say they aren't making anything at all since the market crashed.'"
Oh, cry us a river.
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