1.20.2002

If you ever asked me if the strip joint is my kind of place, I'd have to tell you no. It's not that it isn't fun, it is for a bit. It's just not that great because I have very little respect for the women that work there. (but I am sure some may have little respect for people who go to those places)

Last night we went to the rippers for a boys night out. It was everything I expected. A smelly hole where you wouldn't even want to brave the bathroom if it wasn't a dire emergency. We decided to pass on gynecologist row and sat a little further away from the action where hopefully we would be safe from catching some diseases.

My lack of respect comes from the actions of the women. Sure they strip down naked, that in itself I don't think is so bad. It's when they go into the gray area that is very close to the line of prostitution. When someone decides to tip they get something extra special. A naked girl climbing all over them, putting things in their face and then she uses her breasts to pick up the 2 dollar coin or bill sticking out of the patrons mouth. There was even some guy who had the stripper put her hands down his pants. Then for 20 bucks a lap dance can be bought from 2 women who apparently will lick each other anywhere and leave their patrons shaking afterwards.

Where is the line?

The highlight of the night was the feature. Her special abilities included fire. She had these flaming sticks that she put in her mouth and rubbed all over her body. It was actually quite impressive. The low point of the night may have been when a girl came out and she looked liked one of my friends. I may not be able to look at her the same way again.

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