In the middle of the 90's I enjoyed a number of conversations with an older (but still hot) stripper who worked weekend days at a Chicago area club (Chicago was a strip club wasteland back then, too). I did get a few, tame, dances from her but mostly I just bought drinks while we talked. She claimed she had another, civi, job during the week and said she "went to school" but was vague about both. While I didn't doubt her about having another job, I quietly discounted her claim about school, especially since I thought she was near 30.
A few months after I last saw her at the club, I attended a suburban university graduation ceremony on the far side of Chicago many miles from the club, where I watched "my" older stripper receive her doctorate. The Dean of her college announced she also was moving from "instructor" to Assistant Professor. During the reception after the ceremony, she walked up to the group I was with and greeted a mutual friend - then turned very white as she recognized me. I "introduced" myself and asked some dumb question about her dissertation - which gave her time to calm down. Other than a quiet, "Thank you" we really didn't speak. And, unfortunately, I haven't seen her since.
I learned then not dismiss completely everything a stripper says, but I also learned not to every totally believe anything a stripper claims. Just like anyone else, strippers will tell half truths and slide around questions they don't want to answer. I also learned some women will work hard to accomplish goals, whether the goal is enough lap dance cash payments for the next hit of Oxy or Meth, or enough money to pay this month's student loan installment.