In strip club land, hearing No isn't the worst thing in the world

In fact it's downright necessary. If nobody ever turned me down I probably couldn't even afford the hobby anymore. Hey you wanna hook up outside for $400, nope? Ok. Well mentally that money was spent, and now you got it all back. House money. Feels good. That cash does not go bad. I could always use it later. And then you think to yourself you know what, that girl wasn't even that hot anyway, this next is chick is waaaay hotter. Just throw that the money to her, hell I can even overpay a bit and not sweat it. If every told me yes, mongering would be twice as expensive. In hindsight I'm glad some of this shit falls through, I already feel I spend way too much. It's all sort of complicated, intricate yin yang of women being repulsed by me combined with me being cheap acting as a failsafe against the little head trying to run me into bankruptcy. Somehow it all just works.