Author: peter

Tequila. This drink is like a kitchen trash bag – you either love it or hate it, but you never say,
“Eh, whatever, tequila will do.”
I’m pretty sure everyone has at least one story where tequila took the night and tossed it into
chaos, like a mosquito draining that last drop of blood. I’ve got one too, but first, let’s dive into
a little tequila history!

We all know tequila comes from Mexico – the place where they can turn even a cactus into a
party. Tequila is made by fermenting and distilling the sugar-rich heart of the blue agave
plant. It typically packs an alcohol content of about 38-40%, but for the hardcore fans, it can
go up to 55% – enough to guarantee a faceplant.

The Aztecs believed that tequila was a gift from the gods. (Of course, the gods never woke
up hungover next to a random dog.) According to legend, a lightning bolt split an agave plant
in half, heating its insides and leaving behind a sweet, milky, alcoholic liquid that later
fermented. The Spanish then distilled this liquid – and tequila was born. So, next time you
take a shot, remember: you’re drinking liquid lightning!

Sometime in the early 2000s, when most of my friends had outgrown their “party boy”
haircuts and wild partying days, our nights were more about laid-back drinking and nostalgic
stories – with the occasional visit to a “discreet” strip club.

So, you can imagine my surprise when I woke up one morning in a stranger’s house with a
giant dog breathing in my face. Underneath the blanket (which someone kindly covered me
with), I found I was wearing nothing but my underwear. I was a bit nervous about the dog, but
he just sat there, keeping a watchful eye on me as if he knew what I’d done last night better
than I did.

I tried to remember the night, but my brain had decided to play the blackout game. I
remembered starting at a bar called Marilyn, where we debated the world’s most crucial bar
question: WHAT SHOULD WE DRINK?
I wanted a cold beer and a good lap dance, but someone must’ve said, “LET’S DO
TEQUILA!” And that’s where the night goes dark…
The dog stood next to me, like a four-legged guardian of my shame. I heard voices behind a
closed door – women talking. With no other choice, I wrapped the blanket around me like a
superhero cape soaked in tequila and cautiously approached the door.
As I stepped out into a tastefully decorated kitchen, I froze. There stood Zita – my former big

love, looking at me like she’d been sent by the gods to make me regret every shot of tequila
I’d ever had.
“I washed your clothes because you threw up on everything,” Zita said, laughing.
Then she started to explain. She was working as a bartender, and as luck would have it, we
stumbled into her bar that night. My friends had ditched me after I completely knocked myself
out with tequila, so Zita had no choice but to take me home since I was beyond
communication.

When my clothes finally finished drying, I slipped away, and we never saw each other again.
Ever since that day, whenever I hear someone say, “LET’S DO TEQUILA!” I know to stop at
two rounds – max.
See how sneaky tequila can be?

Anyone who has scratched the surface of their fifth decade, like me, looks back at the 90s
with a warm, nostalgic glow. The only disturbing part? Realizing that the 90s were 30 years
ago. Let that sink in.

The Marilyn Bar hosted a Retro Party, and it was just as epic as every other event they throw.
The music, the atmosphere: it was a full-blown time machine. What a carefree era that was,
my goodness! Of course, part of that nostalgia comes from the fact that I was in my twenties
back then, and honestly, what problems does a twenty-something have? You’re past the
teenage brain fog, but you’re not fully an adult yet. No family, no spouse (hopefully), no real
responsibilities. But you do have an income, and you can spend it on whatever you want! And
let me tell you, I spent mine on partying. The 90s were full of amazing clubs!

At 19, I moved into a rental in Buda because mooching off my parents any longer just felt
wrong. I worked alongside my college studies, which covered my rent and my party expenses.
Honestly, back then, nothing else really mattered to me. After a few months, I put college on
hold for a year, which was probably one of my best decisions ever.

From Monday to Friday, I worked, and every Friday and Saturday night, I partied. And what a
year that was! The early 90s saw the opening of so many new clubs, each better than the last.
There was something for everyone. My friends and I made it our mission to check out as
many as possible. The only issue? Clubs weren’t fun if you arrived too early, but we wanted
to dive into the night as soon as possible.

That’s when we found Marilyn. Open from 9 PM to 4 AM (still the same hours today, by the
way), it became our go-to spot. And what a find! Before long, we were regulars. Every Friday
and Saturday, the night started (and often ended) at Marilyn. We got to know everyone by
name, and it felt like we were part of a big, rowdy family.

Now, sure, there were plenty of strip clubs in Budapest back then, but Marilyn was the only
one where guests were never ripped off. No sneaky bartenders, no shady dancers, just a good
time. The city’s nightlife was thriving, packed with foreigners, and every club was bursting at
the seams every weekend. The line outside Marilyn on a Saturday night? Legendary. Same
with the big discos. But VIP status had its perks: we always had a spot.

We truly felt like the kings of the night and wanted that life to last forever. Summers? Spent
partying at Lake Balaton. And even then, we often found ourselves back at Marilyn by
sunrise. Of course, everyone feels nostalgic about their youth, at least those who made the
most out of it. I like to think I did.

That golden year eventually ended, and I had to return to college. The partying didn’t stop,
just became a little less frequent. Everyone started settling down, whether it was work,
relationships, or both. Not me, though. That’s when I realized: you can absolutely go out
alone! By that time, I knew the staff at most places, and I could recognize a good quarter of
the guests.

A few years later, even my job became more serious, clubs started shutting down, an
regulars got replaced. By the early 2000s, my nights out became a bit more occasional. But
there’s still one place I go to: Marilyn. And that’s not a coincidence!

Keep an eye on the Thursday events, as there’s always something happening that makes it
worth the trip! Okay, maybe not every week, but at least every now and then. Never forget
who you were in your youth! Fun isn’t something you can just cut out of life. Without it,
what’s the point? So come on, let loose, recharge, and enjoy the ride!

What did Santa bring you this year? For me, it was one hell of a party at the Marilyn Bar!
There’s something uniquely surreal about watching striptease dancers perform in Santa hats,
don’t you think? Or dressed as sexy Mrs. Claus, of course.

The vibe was even better than usual, and I saw quite a few couples there too. I say, why not?
Why shouldn’t couples enjoy the show together? Fun fact: did you know that Marilyn even
offers services tailored for couples? A wife can surprise her husband with a private dance, or
they can both request a private dance from the girls. Now that’s a way to spice up a
relationship! Genius! A family-friendly strip club. No wonder it’s the hottest night club in the
country.

The dancers always go above and beyond, and they still manage to surprise you, even if
you’ve seen them a hundred times. It’s an art form, I swear! Trust me, I’ve been to countless
nightclubs, both here and abroad, and no one compares to Hungarian girls. They’re
captivating, mysterious, and endlessly charming.

I’ve been to places where the dancers seemed bored out of their minds, just swaying on the
pole, or where lap dances felt so mechanical that you could tell they were counting down the
minutes. That’s simply not the case at Marilyn!

In fact, it’s rare to find clubs where the evenings have any kind of theme. Most places offer
the same routine, with the same girls and music, night after night. At Marilyn, I look forward
to events the way a kid waits for Santa Claus.

The Santa Party even had a sort of family-like vibe to it. That’s another thing I love about this
place, you can tell the staff has been working together for years, and their goal is genuinely
to make guests feel as amazing as possible.

A few years ago, I visited a nightclub in Austria around this same time of year, early
December. I was on a business trip and decided to blow off some steam in the evening. The
place was tiny, with only a handful of people milling about. The decor was pretty bare-bones.
You could tell they weren’t interested in investing in the atmosphere. All in all, it was a bit of a
downer, but I ordered a drink anyway.

I sat at the bar for a while, taking in my surroundings. Not a single dancer in sight. I asked
the bartender where the girls were. “Girls?” he replied. “There’s one dancer here, and there’s
a stage show every half hour.”

I glanced at the stage. It was a rickety little platform, maybe 3×3 meters, with a few IKEA
mirrors on the wall and a lone pole in the centre. Honestly, I should’ve paid for my drink and
left right then and there. But it was like watching a terrible horror movie. After 10 minutes,
you know it’s a D-grade disaster, you know there’s no point in continuing, but you keep
watching anyway, for some inexplicable reason.

Twenty-five minutes and two drinks later, the shaky stage was lit with red lights, and the
bartender announced Anastasia. Along with the four or five other guys scattered in the bar, I
clapped for the introduction, and then she appeared.

Anastasia was tall and very thin. As she moved closer, the light glinted off her toned arms
and calves. She was young, with tanned skin, and she danced impressively on the pole. Her
face was lovely: she wore a red wig, and her flawless smile was truly dazzling. Honestly, the
only thing that didn’t fit the picture was her Adam’s apple.

I absolutely love Halloween! Why? -you may ask. Well, to quote one of my favorite shows: because not only do women dress up in costumes, but nearly every costume is… let’s say… slutty! We’ve got spicy cats, hot witches, naughty princesses, and even sexy pumpkins!

Remember How I Met Your Mother? The show that started in the early 2000s and ran for nine seasons. My favorite character? Barney, of course. The ultimate bachelor, ladies’ man, and overall legend. The guy lives for strip clubs, never dates the same woman twice, and follows a set of self-made rules that are nothing short of brilliant. His wild pickup strategies? Tested a few myself and trust me—they work very well! Although Barney isn’t the main character (that’s Ted, the hopeless romantic narrating to his teenage kids how he met their mom), let’s be real: the show is less about the love story and more about the gang’s youthful escapades. Five friends chasing happiness, love, and fulfilment-except Barney, who’s on a completely different mission.

At first glance, it might seem like a show meant for women. Honestly, I didn’t get hooked on it myself. Back then, I lived with a girl who started watching it, so I joined her. By the second season, we’d broken up, but I continued watching it on my own. Maybe Barney influenced me; I started seeing myself as his real-life counterpart—zero intention of settling down.
But hey, I’ve digressed into a full-on series recommendation when I meant to write about Halloween. Let’s get back on track.

This year’s Halloween party was at my favorite strip club, and it was epic! Honestly, all their events are incredible- I always get excited to see what they’ll come up with next. I swear, I’m more excited for next year’s event calendar than Christmas!
I’ve been to all kinds of Halloween bashes, each memorable in its own way. A few years ago, I ended up at a party filled with couples-totally not my cup of tea, but I thought there’d at least be one other single person (preferably female). Nope. Instead, there were sugar-high kids going crazy, pumpkin-shaped cookies by the truckload, neon-green punch, spiderweb decorations everywhere, and tipsy parents barely holding it together. I dressed up as Dracula. At a proper party, my costume would’ve slayed. But there? Among the crumpled clown hats and sticky witch hats? I was just some guy in a cape.

By midnight, I’d had enough of the chaos. Kids screaming? Not my vibe. I decided to call a taxi but when I stepped outside, the weather was surprisingly warm. It was a nice October evening. The empty streets and gentle breeze were refreshing, so I opted to walk instead. It was nice until it started to rain. Not wanting to ruin the borrowed costume, I quickly hopped on a tram.
There were only five other passengers, all looking equally unimpressed with my Dracula outfit.

Then, as we approached a stop, I saw her- a flawless catwoman. A real slutty catwoman. My night might not be completely wasted after all- I thought. She hopped on the tram, gave me a look, and angrily plopped into a seat. She was clearly having a bad night.
“Picked the wrong party too, huh?” I ventured, sitting across from her.
“As if my night wasn’t bad enough, now I’ve got a priest hitting on me,” she shot back, staring out the window. There was no point in continuing that chat. I got off at the next stop. As the tram pulled away, I waved. She flipped me off and turned away.

I checked my watch. 2:00 a.m. The show’s old mantra echoed in my head: “Nothing good happens after 2 a.m. Just go home.” That’s true. And that’s how my worst Halloween night ended.
This year at the Marilyn, though? Unbeatable. That’s where I belong: amidst the magical half-dressed women, an excellent bar selection, and a trusty cab ride home. No more kiddie parties or tram rides. Dracula’s retired. From now on, it’s all about great parties and making it home before 2 a.m. to avoid the chaos.

„World Singles’ Day celebrates the independence and happiness of singletons. This day is not about loneliness, but about the fact that self-sufficiency could also be the source of happiness!” – this right here is the exact definition of World Singles’ Day. Isn’t it wonderful? And what is even better is that Marilyn organised another cool event for this occasion!

I am telling you now, as always, to keep checking your favourite nightclub’s event calendar, because the best programs are waiting for you every two weeks. And the organizers are always preparing something kind to welcome you with, such as discounts, welcome drinks, or unique cocktails.

But let’s go back to singleness. I think two types of single people exist: one, who becomes solo because of their own actions, and the other, who becomes single because of the circumstances.
I’m lucky to tell you that I belong to the first category. I was the one who decided to be this way, I never wanted to settle and build a family. I don’t feel the need to have kids who will carry on my family name, as it is already unnecessarily popular.
You may ask, how’s singleness after 50? Honestly? Amazing! Do you think I could be here, blogging for a strip club as a married man? I don’t think so either.

I’ve learned how to live on my own, I’m not responsible for anyone, I’m making my own time schedule, I read a lot, I travel, exercise, and nobody questions me what I spend my money on. Neither asks where I’m going, when will I get home, or how much time do I overwork. Marriage never excited me.

A few years ago, one of my mates invited me to go skiing with him. It was a four-day long trip, with 30 people, including families and kids from every age group. I kinda like kids, mostly because of their painful honesty. I said yes to the trip, as I’ve been to several family programs before. Many people assume that single people only hang out with other singles, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I already knew half of the people there, but I haven’t seen some of them in ages. The trip seemed promising. We went by car, hitting the road at dawn. I like these kinds of adventures; they are completely different than plane journeys. That being said, the convoy had begun going, in the dark, with roof racks, skis, excited parents and sleepy children.

The journey was long, but the location: lavish. All the accommodations were full of skiers. We gathered every evening to drink, but I don’t like to stay at one place for a long time, so one night I decided to look around. I found a cool place, and I had a nice dinner there. When I was about to leave, the waiter told me about an upcoming event: singles’ night. It hyped me up, though I couldn’t bring anyone from the group, as everybody came with their families. But this wasn’t the first time that I paved my way in the night alone.

Surprisingly, the place was full of people, but what’s even more striking, is that there were far more women than men. At first it seemed favourable, but as I’d taken a look around in more detail, I quickly understood why these women were solo. Nevertheless, the night went well, the place was exquisite, and the vibes didn’t disappoint either. I only left, when somewhere around midnight the karaoke begun. Actually, that’s the time I managed to pick up one of the bartender girls, so I’d taken her with me from the singles’ night. Was she really single? I’ll never know. But what turned out the next morning were the opinions of my friends. Some of them were jealous, others judged me. However, the most surprising reaction came from a friend whom I had known for ten years – turns out he didn’t know me as deeply as he had thought and assumed I was gay, and that’s why I never had a partner at these gatherings.

Well, the lesson learned from this story is that we never know what lenses others see the World through. I had discovered later that that friend of mine received a very conservative upbringing. He grew up thinking that every man needs to marry a woman, they must start a family, and so if a man stays alone, there’s only one reason for that: he must be gay! And keeps it a secret, of course.

A few years later I discovered that his marriage wasn’t a match made in heaven, never had been, but to this day, he has not filed a divorce. Neither did his parents, that keep living in an unhappy, bitter and a barren relationship.
The way I see things is that not everyone is meant to tie the knot, sometimes it’s better to have two happy persons alone, than to have two unhappy ones together.

I absolutely love Marilyn’s events! It’s that one bar that never fails to reinvent itself week after week, always bringing something fresh to the table. Trust me, I’m no stranger here. I started coming here back in the 90s. The club has seen it all—six hundred different shows, cage dancing, even a beauty pageant for chests. You could feast your eyes on the ladies, play some cool roulette, soak in the vibe of a bordello—it’s like stepping into Wonderland.

So, they threw a spring bash recently. Now, I don’t know what springs to mind for others when they think of spring, but for me, it’s all about shedding layers. Finally, the ladies get to peel off those layers! Now, if someone thinks I’m a hardcore strip club enthusiast because I’ve been camping out here at the bar for the past two weeks, well, I won’t deny it. If there were a Strip Club Addicts Anonymous, I’d probably introduce myself like, “Hey, I’m Szabolcs, 49 years young, and addicted to strip bars. Marilyn’s my jam.” And I can totally picture the chorus of others chiming in, “Hey Szabolcs, great to see you here. Marilyn’s our favorite too! This place always had stellar shows and was always the first to bring in the latest from abroad.

Anyone who roamed the Budapest nightlife scene like a proper liberated Hungarian back in the 90s, losing their mind at every joint, knows exactly what it was like back then. After the Friday and Saturday night disco, everyone was still hunting for options. Some went to after-parties, some ended up at grandma’s pancake buffet , but the real die-hards hit up the strip clubs.

It was around this time that I met Scott, the mad, red Scottish devil. I had this sort of halfway house-like job back then where I mainly showed up to sleep during the day after nights out, and still got paid for it. One day, my boss sprung on me that the Scottish folks from our partner company were visiting, and we needed a kickass team-building program. As a joke, I suggested a strip club. Obviously, I wasn’t serious, but my colleagues erupted in cheers, so the decision was made. At first, the boss shook his head, saying, “Kids, we can’t do that,” but then we spun it as a brilliant idea to the Scottish headquarters. The rest, as they say, is history. We had the first-ever team-building event at Marilyn’s, and let me tell you, it was epic.

Scott was the head of the Scottish branch, and we hit it off instantly. It quickly became clear that he was just as much a strip club junkie as I was. The company probably went bankrupt ages ago since no one worked there, they just schmoozed around. But Scott and I remained friends. Scott still visits Hungary occasionally for business trips. So, last week, this red devil rings me up, saying he’s coming to Budapest and asking if I’m up for a wild night. Well, of course, my friend, I said to him, and practically landed at Marilyn’s straight from the airport. Scott isn’t much of a true Scotsman, he can’t handle his alcohol properly; usually gets plastered within half an hour. He always caps it off by asking one of the dancers to marry him. Usually falls head over heels for the one who gives him a lap dance. These nights are tear-inducingly hilarious, believe me. We’ve toured most of Europe’s nightclubs together, but somehow Marilyn always feels like home.

Sometimes, all you crave after a long day is to lounge on a comfy couch, sip your drink, and have a half-naked girl dance in your lap. Now, I’m no relationship expert—if I’ve managed to stay single this long, it’s not changing anytime soon. But I’m sure even married guys yearn for these intimate evenings sometimes. There are moments when you don’t want to ask, “Honey, how was your day?” and couldn’t care less about the answer. You just long for a cold drink and a girl dancing naked, who won’t ask questions if you don’t want her to. We’re men, we need this “nothingness” every now and then; it’s ingrained in us. And there’s no better decoder than a stripper.

Marilyn’s my sanctuary, where I come to contemplate, confess, and cleanse. Let me tell you, you can really cleanse at Marilyn’s—they’ve got this nifty shower stall where you can go in with a dancer to get your back scrubbed. Then they give you a pair of dry boxers as a gift. I won’t tell you how many Marilyn-branded undies I have at home, okay?

When the big day arrives in a man’s life, his friends immediately envision the bachelor’s party, typically involving a strip bar. Let’s face it, nobody is fantasizing about the wedding menu or the flower decorations. Some may even contemplate meeting other wedding guests, especially the mysterious single ladies.

One of my mates got married a few years ago (for the third time, by the way), and upon hearing the fantastic news, I immediately called Marilyn Night Club. Despite being months away from the wedding, I wanted to secure our spot, considering Marilyn’s popularity. I arranged for a special lap dance for the groom, reserved a separate room for the entire friend group, ordered a box of champagne, and organized a bride show along with the surprise bundle. As for the surprise show, I won’t spoil it by going into detail, but trust me, it’s a must-see and the highlight of the party!

So, everything was all set up perfectly, I kicked back and waited for the big day. A few weeks later, the groom invited me out for a beer, and I suggested hitting up a strip bar, but he mentioned another spot, and he didn’t sound too thrilled about it. Turns out, his bride-to-be put the kibosh on him having his bachelor’s party at a night bar! Can you believe it? A grown-ass man in his 40s! It blows my mind. I didn’t even know the girl, but I lost all interest in getting to know her. This poor guy was head over heels, blindly following orders. You’d think someone on their third marriage would be more cautious, but apparently, some people never learn.

I tried to convince him, explaining that it’s a tradition, it’s ART: lap dance, pole dance, table dance… those dancers train for months, it’s a workout, man, serious physical effort! But he was adamant. It bummed me out a bit. Mostly for his sake, feeling sorry for the poor guy, seeing how things were starting off.

And guess what? What do you think happened in the end? Did we go out with the guys and have a “gentleman’s night”? Did we sneak in the photos at the wedding? Yes and yes! Did they end up divorced within a year? Yup, for the third time!

Obviously not because of the stag do, where the groom wasn’t even present.

The bottom line for me is, don’t marry someone who won’t let you have a bachelor’s party at a strip club!

What’s the last thing you’d expect to see at a striptease bar? Unicorns. But in this Night Club, even the most unexpected comes to life, that’s what makes it so special and magical!

On the 18 th of April, Marilyn Night Club celebrates the World Unicorn Day. I didn’t even know a day like this existed, but now that I do, I can’t wait to be at the Club to see what it has to offer! I don’t know what to expect, but it’s enough to just play with the witty thoughts: the fusion of naked girls and mythical creatures… just think about it, isn’t it crazy good? Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy riding around when you were little.

I did some research to get more details on this event: “On this day, we celebrate the lovely mythical one-horned creatures, the unicorns. The origin of this celebration is unknown, but the initiative gives us several opportunities to participate in exciting programs.” This is what I found, but honestly, it is perfectly enough for me! This is exactly what I expect from a Night Club’s programme! The event should be appealing, but the origins unclear!

It is so easy to pair this thought with literally anything, just imagine: unicorn lap dance, unicorn pole dance, unicorn table dance, unicorns striptease…

This Night Club never fails to astonish me! Believe it or not, Marilyn has been open for over 30 years and has been entertaining its guests ever since. And hold up, the boss and owner is a woman! Amazing, isn’t it? “Find the woman” might be the key to Marilyn’s success, because who knows better what a man needs, than women? Not another man, obviously. Only a woman could come up with the idea of a unicorn-themed party in a strip bar. This brilliant strip bar has already announced two similar theme nights this year, there was a carnival and a spring welcome party. Both were fantastically good programs. But it doesn't end there, there will be a bunch more themes: Formula 1, Europe Day, Marilyn Club's birthday… Check out the event calendar, the website has been revamped, it's worth checking out! Although they also post the current event on the Facebook page before each occasion. While you're there on the page, feel free to browse around, and you'll see that the lineup is excellent! You'll also find plenty of enticing content on TikTok and Insta, look it up!

I say, if you want to have a good time partying, come to Marilyn's, there's no better relaxation than this! Time really stops here; all worries fade away. You can be free for an evening, carefree and independent. If you feel your battery is running low, if you're experiencing spring fatigue, if you're tired of your daily routine, if your life is monotonous, just come and recharge! The dancers are all top- notch, the service is flawless, and the bar is incredibly atmospheric. This is your place, you deserve some relaxation too!

If you can only attend one event at a strip club, make it this one! A huge party is coming on Thursday, the 23rd of May. Marilyn is celebrating its 31st birthday, and the event won’t be private, meaning that guests can celebrate with us. Here’s a little recap from the past years:

31 years ago on this day, the gates of this amazing club opened. Until 1999, it operated under the name Blue Angel and attracted guests from all around the world. After the change of regime, curious tourists—besides wanting to see the beautiful locations—also wanted to see the famously pretty Hungarian girls. The place became so well-known in such a short time that interested individuals waited in endless queues on the street. Far more guests arrived than the then 180-square-meter club could accommodate. In the beginning, there was no table dance, no separate or VIP rooms, only one stage where the show ran, with many entertaining details.

In 1999, a renovation was needed. This was when Marilyn finally added three separate rooms, and table dancing also began. New competitors emerged in the world of night clubs, but Marilyn always stood out. Cage dancing and a shower show added colour to the repertoire, with guests actively participating. There were astonishing shows night after night: boob beauty contests, body painting competitions, snake shows, and a casino brought life to the club each day. Not to mention, guests could also eat from the beautiful bodies of our dancer girls.

Marilyn’s fame remains unbroken to this day, with constantly changing shows and endless package deal offers. This strip bar is the place for upbeat parties, electrifying nights, and unforgettable memories. It has been the market leader in Hungary for 31 years now, thanks to its unchanged leadership and continuous renewal. This strip bar has no time to rest, persistently bringing in new adventures day after day.

Marilyn’s unmatched bar has an enormous drink selection. Currently, 30 beautiful dancers entertain guests five evenings a week, on two levels, covering an area of 350 square meters. Instead of the previous three private rooms, there are now ten available for guests, featuring Table Dance, Mirror Lap dance, Domina Show, Bride Show, Shower Show, and many other performances adding variety to the palette. Private rooms accommodating 15-20 people are also available for groups wanting a separate entertainment experience, such as for bachelor parties. The range of package offers is uniquely wide: team building, birthdays, wedding anniversaries for couples, bachelor parties… whatever the theme of the celebration, Marilyn provides the perfect venue for it. The latest innovation is the Live Show, which is now accessible through the website. Visitors from over 80 countries have come here, and many celebrities are regular guests, whose names are, of course, not mentioned, as discretion is fundamental in the nightlife entertainment industry. More than three thousand grooms have held their bachelor parties here, and over the course of 31 years, more than one and a half million guests have visited the Night Club. Marilyn introduced and continuously leads the strip club culture in Hungary.

The bar’s friendly atmosphere is perfectly reflected in the fact that the grand birthday party is not a closed event; guests can also participate in the celebration, and everyone can get a slice of the birthday cake, along with a 30% discount on drinks. Additionally, a spectacular show is expected. Who wouldn’t want to be part of such a legendary event?

Marilyn Night Club, located on Baross Street, has been adding color to Budapest’s nightlife for 31 years now. Naturally, the windows are impossible to see through—because inside, bombshell dancers are busy stealing the guests’ hearts at the tables—but the shockingly modest price list displayed beside the entrance still manages to inspire some trust. Anyone emboldened by this transparency, somewhat unusual for the nightlife, would do well to take a deep breath and step through the club’s door into the pink-painted unknown.

This is indeed one of Budapest’s most prestigious entertainment venues, this is indeed one of Budapest’s most prestigious entertainment venues, skilfully navigated through the wild nineties by its female owner, creating an institution where not only big-time businessmen and Hollywood celebrities, but even the average person wandering in off the street can have an unforgettable evening.

Homely—that’s the first word that comes to mind when stepping through the entrance. However, as your gaze wanders to the stage, the tables, or the shower cubicle where girls are undressing, entirely different adjectives come to mind. The space is defined by a modern interior, subtly exciting lighting, a stage designed for pole dancing, comfortable armchairs, tables specifically built for tabletop dances, and a long bar counter. If the first thing the guest notices is the pretty bartender, they inevitably wonder: if the bartender looks like this, what must the dancers be like? Of course, the question is purely rhetorical, as the answer hits you squarely through your optic nerves.

Thirty years ago, the genre of strip clubs further west meant more or less safe adult entertainment, but things played out very differently here. In 1985, Rózsaszín Cica (Pink Kitten) opened on Wesselényi Street, which was Budapest’s first private strip club, where initially everyone could find what they were looking for—soothing bar music, pretty ladies, and good drinks for an exciting evening.