1. When you're hammered out of your mind and are trying to stumble to Circus at 4am, you'll think it's a strip club, and you'll be tempted to go inside.
2. People are not subtle in their internet searches, and having "pussy" written as many times as possible can't hurt my hit count.
Pussy pussy pussy.
3. I don't need to justify my decision to review a place called "Pussy Corps." It could be a feline grooming service, and I'd still find an excuse to write a review.
With that out of the way, this place is horrible. I walked up the steps into a dimly lit room that looked like it should be a horrible strip club, but the guy at the top of the steps explained to me that I had to pay $60 to chose a girl, then I could go into the private room with her to negotiate further activities. Even in my near blackout state, dropping 6 Cafe Cleopatra lap dances just to chose a girl for who-knows-what seemed like a bad idea, so I convinced him to let me talk to the girls before spending any cash.
Once I saw the girls though, I didn't really care what the options were, because there's nothing that they could have done that would have made up for the way they looked. There were only two to chose from, one of whom was suspiciously thin to the point that it was disturbing, and the other of whom was a pretty face away from being a Plumpers model.
Then things went downhill. The last option disturbed me to the point that I tried to block the whole menu out of my mind, but I'm pretty sure that this is how it went (all prices are in addition to the $60 room fee):
$30 - "I'll dance for you." By way of comparison, for that amount of cash, you could get a bj from one of the streetwalkers that you pass on your way here (not recommended) and have money left over to buy 2 or 3 Cafe Cleopatra dances (highly recommended).
$40 - "I'll dance for you and you can touch me." I guess that means the $90 dance is no contact.
$50 - "I'll dance for you and I'll stick something in my pussy."
$60 - "I'll dance for you and I'll stick something in my pussy and I'll stick something in my ass. You can touch yourself if you want."
The only thing that I wanted at that point was to get the hell out of there, so that's exactly what I did. No money was spent, but time was wasted, and Montreal is a city where I try to make the best use of every second that I've got. The bottom line is that, unless your thing is jerking off while watching a disgusting woman shove stuff up her ass, steer clear of Pussy Corps.