As a self-admitted potentially pathetic strip-club goer, let me defend my kind.
All strip clubs are not alike. Most are decidedly pathetic. And not surprisingly, the patrons are as well.
Some are not nearly so pathetic and the clientle not nearly so.
But I must say this: there is nothing on the internet, free or not, that can take the place of the interaction between two live people.
Back in AK, I went to the Bush Co at least once or twice a month. At times, once a week. So I grew to know some of the girls fairly well. I'd check the board to see when my fav dancers were going to be on stage and plan accordingly--or just leave if I didn't like who was there.
If I was in a foul mood, I might stare dead-eyed. More likely, mesmerized would be a better word. The combination of good, loud music, flashing lights, THC, alcohol and a woman disrobing can be magical.
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