Author: peter

What makes a strip club exceptional and unique?

If you think it’s just the sight of beautiful, naked female bodies, you’re mistaken! That’s simply not enough on its own.

The success of Marilyn Night Club is much more complex. Of course, the initial visual appeal matters when you decide you crave the lusty entertainment of a night club. But the perfection of the evening lies in the details. Let’s face it, when it comes to relaxing, everyone wants a perfect night – carefree, fun, good vibes, and an unforgettable experience that makes this night different from all others.

Imagine stepping into a place where everything revolves around you after a long day! A place where time stands still. Where all your senses can relax and you’re surrounded by pleasant stimuli. You’re sipping on a cold drink, beautiful girls are all around, and everyone’s goal is to make sure you’re having a blast. Here, professionalism surrounds you, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in relaxation.

Marilyn Budapest delivers this exact vibe!

The bar’s selection is excellent, and the staff is delightful. The music sets the mood just right – not too loud, and not too quiet. The decor is stunningly erotic and surprisingly comfortable.

You can admire the dancers not just on stage, but up close with lap dances and table dances. You can chat with them, drink together, and enjoy a truly intimate and thrilling time. If you want a private dance, you can choose from 10 private rooms to cap off your evening.

If you’re coming with a group or celebrating a special occasion like a bachelor party, birthday, or team-building event, there are various package deals to choose from. Each package includes a special, well-crafted striptease show and drinks. You can rent larger private rooms, just pick the offer that suits you best. Marilyn has hosted thousands of wild parties, with countless celebrities making the right choice by picking this dazzling club for their big night.

And then there are the top-notch shows! The stage hosts a constant pole dancing show, and every two weeks there’s a themed night. The next one is on July 4th: Independence Day. The yearly event calendar hints with “discover America at Marilyn,” which sounds pretty exciting!

És ott vannak a színvonalas műsorok! A színpadon állandó rúdtáncos műsor vár, ezen kívül  kéthetente valamilyen témaesttel készülnek. A következő július 4-én lesz: A Függetlenség Napja. Az éves eseménynaptárban annyi szerepel előzetesen, hogy “fedezd fel Amerikát a Marilynben”, ez elég izgalmasan hangzik! 

Come and spend an evening in the land of promises!

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The Beer Day event at Marilyn was top-notch. I’m a beer lover, and Marilyn is already my favorite
spot. A few new pole dancers were added to entertain the crowd, and this Thursday night felt like it
was tailor-made for me.

These days, there are tons of beer festivals around here, but it wasn’t always like that. It was back in the early ’90s when four of us buddies decided to hit up Oktoberfest. We were mostly driven by excitement and had little knowledge of German beers, but we pictured beautiful blonde girls in traditional Bavarian outfits with braids, serving us the best draft beers. Of course, we also had other fantasies, thanks to those popular German adult films we’d seen on VHS, with a terrible Hungarian dubbing.

Initially, we planned to go with a travel agency’s bus trip to our dream festival. But after a quick (and very careless) bit of math, we figured we could save a lot by driving there ourselves. We thought we’d easily find a place to stay once we got there. We weren’t interested in sightseeing, which the bus trip included, and we liked the idea of going at our own pace, stopping whenever we wanted, without having to deal with forty other people. Plus, we didn’t want a boring tour guide. This was all about beer, and even though only Geri spoke a bit of German, we figured getting by at a festival wouldn’t be rocket science.

The drive was way longer than we expected, and the last 2-3 hours were pure torture. Despite leaving at dawn, we didn’t get to Munich until late at night.

We had this movie-like idea in our heads that we’d find “zimmer frei” signs everywhere, just like at Lake Balaton. Of course, if we’d chosen the bus trip with the boring tour guide, we’d have known that during Oktoberfest, every place in Munich is booked a year in advance.

By the time we got to the festival, it was winding down. A few stragglers were still around, and some awful brass band music was playing. It was clear they were about to pack it up, but we were determined to have a beer after all that travel. We figured we’d sleep in the car and find a place to stay in the morning. There were Bavarian girls in traditional outfits, but they didn’t have the enthusiasm we expected, and they weren’t all that attractive either. Except for one, whom Geri immediately started chatting up. We laughed at him from a distance, imagining the conversation with his broken German, and commented on it with lines from those ’80s German adult films. We got pretty drunk on those litre-sized beer mugs pretty quickly. If we’d chosen the bus trip with the boring guide, we’d have known that they brew much stronger beers for this event.

Geri reappeared about an hour later, grinning from ear to ear.
“Did you hook up with her, or what’s up?” we asked.
“Even better, guys—we’ve got a place to stay!” he said, waving a piece of paper.

Turns out, the girl he was chatting with was half-Hungarian (which is probably why she was the prettiest of the bunch), and she had an aunt, Gertrud, who had a room for rent in her suburban house. We were all dead tired by then, so we headed out to the address she gave us. We rang the bell for ages before Gertrud finally came out. She was a big, ugly old lady in a bathrobe, with hair curlers in and a mustache that would put Magnum to shame. She yelled something in German, none of which we understood, but we could tell she didn’t like us. Geri handed her the note from her niece, she grumbled something under her breath, turned around, and waved us in: “Schnell!”"” We tried not to laugh because we knew that word from those German films, just in a totally different context.

The room was tiny but clean, and we were exhausted, so we were happy enough. The old lady wrote a
number on the back of the paper that had us in shock, but we had no choice but to pay her.

Our five-day trip ended up being cut down to two, thanks to Gertrud’s outrageously expensive room,
but the adventure is something we’ll never forget—we still talk about it today.
Just the other day, in fact, at Marilyn on Beer Day, where the girls are a hundred times hotter than at
Oktoberfest ever. But if you do decide to hit up Europe’s biggest beer fest, make sure to book a place
well in advance—or bring Geri with you!

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I went to a ferocious cocktail party last week! There aren’t many night bars where the drinks are actually perfect and not watered down the booze. But Marilyn Budapest is one of those spots where you can trust the bartender. You get exactly what you pay for, and the striptease? Well, that’s just the cherry on top of your cocktail. That’s why I love this Night Club so much—everything is top-notch. The bar is a perfect 10, the girls are a perfect 10, and the variety of shows is insane: lap dance, pole dance, table dance, private rooms, killer music, and good vibes all around. Plus, every two weeks there’s a themed event like this Cocktail Night.

I’ve got this crew of friends, and we’ve been hitting up parties together for like 30 years now. Of course, over time, things have shifted—there have been weddings and divorces, relationships and breakups, too much work or no work at all, new friends, hanging out with colleagues, and a whole lot of other life stuff. We still love to hang out tho, when we can, but it’s rare we get the whole gang together anymore.

In our twenties, we didn’t need an excuse to meet up. If one of us had plans, the whole crew would tag along. That’s how we once ended up in Vienna for a cocktail competition. Both pro bartenders and amateurs could enter, and the event lasted two days with different categories to compete in.

The whole thing was quite random. My buddy’, Sanya’s girlfriend at the time was entering the competition, and the rest of us decided to go along with them. We figured if all the bartending chicks were anything like Viki, we were in for a treat.

Back then, we’d go anywhere for a good chance to meet girls, and Vienna wasn’t exactly the end of the earth. The event was high-class too, with tons of famous cocktail legends (whom we’d never heard of) participating. Our first disappointment came when we realized three-quarters of the bartenders were dudes. Sure, there were a few girls, but they weren’t even close to looking as good as Viki. The second letdown hit when the competition started, and we found out the audience didn’t get to taste any of the cocktails. Plus, we were supposed to sit quietly and watch. Neither of those things worked for us, so Sanya politely asked us to get lost.

It was early afternoon, and the competition was going until late at night, so the four of us hit the streets of Vienna. We did the tourist things, grabbed some food, had some beers, but we’d all been craving cocktails since morning. So, we decided to find a Night Club—preferably one with girls. In the 90s, there weren’t a ton of classy strip joints around, and peep shows were still all the rage. We ended up in one of those sad little places, where, unsurprisingly, there were no cocktails and barely any other customers besides us. We choked down a lukewarm, awful beer and moved on.

Eventually, we found a high-end spot. By this point, it was well into the night, and we weren’t exactly thirsty anymore. They had a pole dance show going on, the place was packed, and it looked promising. We grabbed some great cocktails, parked ourselves at the bar, and started rating the dancers. We ordered round after round, stayed for ages, and the crowd started to thin out. Then, we spotted Viki and Sanya with their backs to us. We headed toward them, but when Sanya turned around—it wasn’t him. But Viki? Oh, she was still Viki. We bolted out of there, fast as lightning, and headed back to our hotel, trying to figure out what to do next.

I don’t know how it works with girls, but we had this medieval belief that the bearer of bad news gets beheaded. So, we decided to keep quiet about what we’d seen.

The next morning, Sanya and Viki were cuddled up on the balcony, sipping coffee. The four of us were horribly hungover, which gave us a good excuse to avoid talking. We found out that Viki wasn’t placed in the competition. A few months later, Sanya and Viki broke up because she moved to Vienna to become a strip dancer. Yeah, in that same club. All we said to Sanya was, “Well, that was predictable. She was never that great at mixing drinks anyway.”

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Usually, I get goosebumps from the kind of people who say hello to seasons, months, or even days. Except when the greeter is a Striptease Bar. Let’s be honest: an invitation from a Night Club that says ‘Hello Autumn Party’ is quite promising. What happens behind the doors of a strip club during autumn is quite the opposite of what goes on in everyday life. Here, the girls are happy to get rid of their clothes, while everyone else outside is putting on more and more layers. Sandals and bright red toenails are disappearing. Toned and tanned thighs are getting concealed under stockings, shoulders and breasts are covered up. Some excitement remains, of course, but imagining what’s under all those layers becomes more intriguing. However, it’s much easier for a man to see everything during summer.

 This is what I love about Marilyn. It always offers what I need at the moment. Last week, I decided to do something bold, and I checked out the Domina show. This genre was far from my usual tastes; I never desired to be dominated by a woman, but one of my mates was so amazed by it that I became curious. You may wonder what it was like. All I can say is: definitely try it! There’s an inexplicable excitement in having a beautiful woman take control over you.

When I was a kid – I must have been around 12 – a new boy joined our class. His father worked in a foreign service position, and they had spent three years somewhere in the Middle East, but the assignment ended, and that’s how he ended up in our small, run-down school. We quickly became friends; I liked how he dressed, talked, and thought differently from us, who were all planning the summer pioneer camp room arrangements in our identical school uniforms.

One day after school, he invited me over to his place – there had been some awful lunch at the cafeteria – and he said his mom had probably cooked something good. Their apartment was incredible, but what was even more incredible: his mother. I had never seen a mom like that, or even a woman like that. I stared at her with my mouth wide open for minutes, completely captivated. She was very tall, with long black hair, dressed entirely in black. What I remember vividly is that even her nails were black, which is normal for a woman now, but in the 80s, it was unimaginable. Another thing that struck me was that she wore high heels at home. My mom wore slippers in the house, and I don’t think I ever saw her in heels my whole childhood. I was a little 12-year-old brat, and I fell head over heels in love with that woman.

At that age, I had no clue what a Domina was, but to this day, her image comes to mind whenever I hear the word. Later, I found out that she thought I was autistic because I couldn’t speak coherently to her—I could only stutter. Eventually, I overcame that anxiety, but my admiration never faded. The following year, my friend’s father was sent abroad again, and I never saw him or his mysteriously beautiful mother again.

Nevertheless, last week at Marilyn, Barbi the Domina was able to evoke that forgotten memory in me. Without a doubt, watch Barbi’s show, as I’m sure every man needs this astonishing experience at least once in his life!

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It’s amazing that we’ve got a world day for everything, right? Even for this occasion: ties! How do I know? I had no clue about it until now, but I follow Marilyn Bar’s event calendar, and this event made me curious. The invitation said: arrive in a tie and choose a free long drink.

This program seemed practical in many ways. I worked overtime that day, so instead of going home to change my outfit, I went straight to my favorite night club. In a suit and a tie, of course. Evidently, not everyone understood the dress code, or maybe I was the one who was overthinking it. Anyways, when I arrived ties seemed to be everywhere: on biceps, foreheads, on dancer girls’ waists… the vibe was immaculate! After I ordered a Cuba Libre, I loosened my tie too. To be honest I like to dress elegantly, it gives quite an attitude to men, even when tired

 Sometime in my mid-thirties, I attended a two-day conference at a rather fancy hotel by Lake Balaton. I arrived a bit earlier than necessary, so I thought, why not hit the bar? I mean, these events always end with drinking, so why not start that way? I ordered a Cuba Libre (it just looks like a regular Coke, you know) and opened my laptop to look busy. Then this pretty hot woman walked in, dressed in a business suit, and it seemed like she was also there for the conference. The bar was practically empty, so I figured, why not strike up a conversation? You can probably guess the rest…an hour later, we were rolling around in my hotel room. She was into some tied-up kind of fun, and I didn’t say no. Happily offered up my tie for the job.

Elbóbiskoltam talán, nem tudom hogy mennyi idő telhetett el, de arra ébredtem hogy zsibbad a kezem. Hiába szólongattam (a nevét elfelejtettem), semmi. Egyértelműen lelépett. Közben csörgött a mobilom, de felvenni nem tudtam. Szóval feküdtem ott egyszál semmiben, kezeim a fejem fölött és azon gondolkodtam, hogy vajon véget ért-e már az aznapi konferencia. A nap már lement, amikor valaki kopogott az ajtón. Annyira pánikba estem, hogy “segítség”-et kiáltottam. 

Halk beszéd, léptek és csend. Na gondoltam, itt maradok holnap délig a kedvenc nyakkendőmmel ágyhoz kötve, csodás. Kis idő múlva zörgött a zár, nyílt az ajtó, a szobalány pironkodva dobott a labaim köze egy törölközőt. Nem nagyon kellett mondanom semmit, ő pedig szerencsére nem kérdezett, amiért abban a percben nagyon hálás voltam. A nyakkendőt sajnos nem sikerült megmenteni, el kellett vágni. 

Az aznapi konferencia valóban véget ért, de ha tartott volna, nyilván akkor sem csatlakozom. Másnap délelőtt már kénytelen voltam megjelenni, a főnökömnek rosszullétet kamuztam az előző napról. Beültem néhány kollegám unott arca közé az utolsó előtti sorba, és hallgattam az előadást. Nem érdekelt, semmi másra nem tudtam gondolni, csak a nőre. Értettem is, meg nem is a rejtélyes eltűnését. 

Egyszer csak felkaptam a fejem, mintha az ő hangját hallottam volna, és valóban: a színpadon állt, előadást tartott. Ott állt komoly arccal, kiskosztümben, makulátlan külsővel. Nem volt az esetem, de mégis volt benne valami lenyűgöző, mert mindenki figyelmét fel tudta kelteni. Egy pillanatra mintha rám nézett volna, de hamar átsiklott rajtam a tekintete. Eldöntöttem, hogy megkeresem az előadás után. Nem sikerült, de a nevét megtudtam, és nyomozni kezdtem. Néhány óra múlva meglett a telefonszáma. 

Kiderült, ő küldte a szobalányt, hogy szabadítson ki az általa okozott fogságomból. Valahogy vonzott a gonoszsága, pedig megalázott, nem is kicsit. Annyit megtudtam, hogy nem gonosz, csak haragszik az összes férfira, egyetlen férfi miatt. 

Tehát, kedves férfitársaim, csak óvatosan a női érzésekkel, mert olyan ez, mint a pillangóhatás. Egyetlen alkalom, amikor egy nőt vérig sértesz, valahol másutt egy gyanútlan férfi méregdrága olasz nyakkendőjének a halálát okozza. Több méregdrága nyakkendőjének is, pontosabban. Találkoztam vele még párszor az eset után…