Why the golden days of the strip club are over

The Grand Prix used to be goldmine for Melbourne’s strip clubs but those days are over, with a madam revealing the venues have had their last dance.

Just like Uber, where people prefer to eat in, clients now want their ‘entertainment’ in-house and away from prying eyes and camera phones.

Kittens, Bar 20, Men’s Gallery. Strip clubs once breathlessly panted from the quivering, testosteroned lips of our movers and shakers looking to top up their big Melbourne night out.

But just how video killed the radio star, the camera phone has killed the strip club.

A Melbourne madam told Page 13 the golden days of the strip club have had their last dance. Her “girls” once hustled to work at the best club on King St (as long as it wasn’t the now burnt down Goldfingers. Goldys as it was affectionately known, long held a reputation for being the club where old strippers went to die). The “girls” could easily rake in a couple of gorillas, no we aren’t talking the clientele, for a night’s work on the pole and lap dancing in roped off areas called the Arabian Room.

The up coming Formula 1 Grand Prix in Albert Park, has long been regarded as akin to the Christmas trading season among our sex worker industry. It is the one week on the calendar year they keep clear to rev the engines and cash in.

But alas no more.

Clientele has wised up and moved online says our madam, who pivoted to a topless waitressing service to your own door.

Just like Uber where people prefer to eat in, clients want their entertainment in-house and away from prying indiscreet eyes and most of all camera phones.