What would it be like for a guy who's never been to a strip club to suddenly inherit a strip club? That's the premise Ron Barba and I came up with one sunny afternoon over lunch on 49th. I knocked out a script and Ron went and talked the freaking Hustler Club into letting us shoot the pilot in! It was insane. 

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We got dancers, evil twins, unpaying patrons, criminal elements, dirty safety officials, a love interest manning the door who doesn't even know she works in a strip joint, and, yes, even a toddler on the loose. 

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Like Cheers, but in a gentlemen's club. 

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