What Did Santa Bring?

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.