Last strip club I was in was some bunk ass spot in/near Buffalo for a night before wedding outing. Girls were wack, vibe was wack; it was fucking Buffalo though and even my low standards weren’t met. Id forgotten change for $1’s before we got there and went to make change at the front booth. Counted my shit back at my table and had $48. Was about to holla at the booth about my missing bread and then remembered “Nigga, you’re 800 miles from home, it’s 4 of y’all, these bitches are wack, clearly most of these dudes in here are there dope boy boyfriends or pimps, and y’all should probably be out anyway before you new out of town off the streets asses get robbed mopped. Oh yeah, ain’t no Ubers and that cab who brought y’all here; dude probably was in on the setup; that tax you paid was another L in a night full of them.” Yeah, so I took that $2 loss as a tax, drank down $20 of it, gave the rest to my boys and just bid my time waiting for these folks to go broke on these wack ho’s so we could leave. That was 5 years ago, ain’t been back to one since, don’t see myself ever doing so.
FWIW, best two times I’ve ever had in a strip in my life were at Jazzy Ts in Atlanta and Hot Tamales in Detroit back in the 2000s.