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We Are The Witches said:
Who the hell goes to strip clubs anyways? The image I always get is either drug-addicts, or if it's with male strippers, middle aged women that are probably on the sex offender registry (or should be).

I also get flashbacks from Detroit Rock City, the movie.
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I haven’t been since they lost their liquor license, who wants to drink a $5 pop with their poontang
 
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We Are The Witches said:
Who the hell goes to strip clubs anyways? The image I always get is either drug-addicts, or if it's with male strippers, middle aged women that are probably on the sex offender registry (or should be).

I also get flashbacks from Detroit Rock City, the movie.
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What if there's drug addicted middle aged women on the sex offender registry? THEN WHAT?
 
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We Are The Witches said:
Who the hell goes to strip clubs anyways? The image I always get is either drug-addicts, or if it's with male strippers, middle aged women that are probably on the sex offender registry (or should be).

I also get flashbacks from Detroit Rock City, the movie.
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I've been once because social life, I didn't get the appeal beforehand and I still don't.

If your idea of a good time is going to a strip club with your bros and paying to get boners together watching whores who aren't even gonna fuck you you're probably a fag and kind of a cuck but also a rube because porn exists and is free but also porn is pretty gay already so if you're into going to strip clubs you're double-gay, at least half a cuck and a whole goy.

In the words of Cat Stevens,
"If you wanna get laid, get laid
If you wanna jack off, jack off
There's a million ways to coom
But don't be a cuck"
 
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We Are The Witches said:
Who the hell goes to strip clubs anyways? The image I always get is either drug-addicts, or if it's with male strippers, middle aged women that are probably on the sex offender registry (or should be).

I also get flashbacks from Detroit Rock City, the movie.
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I went to one recently. It all went back to me seeing a casino in Kentucky (startled me) and I decided to go in and play $10 of the slot machine. I played briefly, got a payout that covered roughly what I had put in up to that point and my drink, and booked it.

So when I passed by a strip club in another state I decided to go for the same reason: just to do it once. It was a sucky little place in West Virginia. Had a handful of women. Unfortunately for me, some slag with a daughter picked me out to work on. Not ugly, really, but far from the most appealing one there. The big problem was that I didn't want to spend any money. I'd probably pay, say, $20 to fuck a woman, $5 to suck my dick. (Basically, my reservation price for whoring is far below what the market will serve.) These places charge that much to give a lap dance and of course the booze, like in a bar, is overpriced by an order of magnitude.

I sat and talked to the girl, mostly about her line of work and small talk about the experience of being in there. The girls, advertised as the finest flowers of Southern womanhood or some such, looked like a mixture of genuine girls, round faced 18-19 year olds that might as well be in high school, and trailer trash. There were only four patrons in there on a weeknight, two Black guys and a couple of what were probably lesbos (Black girl and White girl). There was one woman that was actually hot. The moment I saw titty I got a boner, but the novelty of it wore off extremely quickly and when the slag moved on (another patron came in for her to try to work over) I got bored quickly. The dances were a mixture of genuinely impressive acrobatics and unintentional comedy. They'd flop around on the floor like they were being fucked by a ghost. One girl picked a dollar bill up with her buttcheeks. It was gross.

Throughout the thing I felt a mixture of arousal (all loaded up at the start, like I said, it wore off quickly), sullenness (feeling like I should be at home with my wife, except I don't have a wife) and ultimately amusement. It was worth paying $25 to do. I'd consider going back to one if it had stuff to "do" there like lots of other people, pool tables, cheaper drinks so actually worth it to drink drink, live music, etc.

The clientele at these things is a mixture of college boys who think it makes them cool (whoa bro see how this woman shows her tits when I throw money at her dude XD) and men in their fifties/sixties, like old but not geriatric. The latter are far preferred by the strippers, the young men are cheapskates and disrespectful. (I was a cheapskate and respectful.) The old men go in part for titillation but also in large part for loneliness, it could be one of those Japanese girlfriend/sister clubs for all it matters.
 
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Tablet County said:
You're saying that there was a distinct lack of hookers?
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There were a handful and the pretty one was genuinely fun to watch. But I'd feel more enthusiasm if there were proactive things to do besides watch them flop around the floor getting pretend railed. This was a rather small place. I also had to hand over my handgun, which made me feel like some badass spy.
 
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