I was dragged to a craptastic strip club in San Bernadino, CA by a photographer I was interning with a few years ago.
The experience was underwhelming to say the least, and I suspect it would be underwhelming even if I wasn't a hetero female whose 9-5 involves digitally repairing naked women.
One dancer had a great body and decent dance moves. The rest were overweight and doughy, with cellulite, stretch marks, sagging breasts and C-section scars. They hadn't taken very good care of themselves physically (um hello if you're a stripper wouldn't you want to invest a bit of effort into maintaining your source of income?) and it translated into their movements. Most of them teetered out on stage in their platforms that cut into their swollen ankles, fumbled some half-ass twirling around a pole that couldn't support their weight, flashed a saggy boob momentarily, then shuffled off the stage again while drunk men threw singles after them.
Most of them couldn't even muster a fake smile to boost their paltry gratuities a smidge.
The drinks were strong, at least. A little too strong for me, as I found out later that night.
Yeah, so not doing that ever again.