Where do the dancing girls of publicly traded flesh palace Rick's Cabaret like to hang when they aren't putting themselves through school? Sure, you saw the stripper interviews yesterday, but wouldn't you rather get intimate with the source material? After the jump, the Rick's lovelies page throuh our "notes" regarding where the ladies kick it when they're not working the pole. Can you get a Pulitzer for blue balls?

According to a Daily News report filed today, famous New York strip club Scores -- a reputed haunt for celebrities wishing to get their laps danced on at whatever hours of the day -- is closing up shop. Problems with liquor licenses and the bad economy are chiefly to blame, and the sad sight reported by said Daily News reporter doesn't sound all too pleasant: "On Wednesday night, at the E. 60th St. location, a lone customer downed a half-price beer as club employees kept promising dancers would take the stage 'any minute.'"

I once fell in love with a girl in Midtown. It wasn't the kind of natural love I have for my mother, or the dopey love for an ex-girlfriend. It was the kind of love I feel when I've consumed seven vodka sodas, and a beautiful blonde is writhing in my lap wearing nothing but a thong, while Tricky's "Christiansands" plays on the speakers. Then I get to talking with her. She tells in a lovable South African accent how she used to date Jake Gyllenhaal, and I wonder what time she gets off work. Thirty minutes later, she's in the lap of an elderly Asian man with a softheaded smile, and I suddenly snap out of it -- oh right, I'm a customer. Such is a typical night at Rick's Cabaret & Steakhouse, a rising gentleman's club in Manhattan that has toppled Scores as New York's premiere place to see URL-free naked women.