I'll do what I can to translate this drivel:
Strip clubs are a waste of time.
See titties, pussy, and then go home. But the siren call hits me sometimes.
Had some time to kill. It was mostly good. But they're always ready to upsell you. I'm only getting upsold if it gets me what I want.
So, while we manage to have a conservation, it was asinine. Lots of trouble having a cigarette and everything else.
He grabs my cigarette and was trying to grab my bag (wouldn't have been possible but [INDISTINCT] life-ending).
Oh, and they were all aware of the supposed [INDISTINCT].
They were working, trying to swing through my uber window lmao
This is not flawless but it's the best I could do to fix his shoddy wordsmithing.
Basically, he went to a strip club because he was bereft after leaving the Qover and they tried to upsell him on more than just watching. He wanted to get even more than they were offering and likely became belligerent when they weren't going to descend to outright prostitution on the spot for him. The bouncer or some other male security staff member then grabbed at him and he fled, narrowly avoiding Tijuana I becoming Portugal I all over again.