I always feel really uneasy in strip clubs, and it's not because I have a problem with nudity or sexual openness or anything. It's just -- it's the high pressure sales tactics that get me.
Visiting Club XXXV is like buying a used car from a dealership: As soon as you walk through the doors, you can tell that you're a mark to them, a walking dollar sign, and they're sizing you up, wondering how much money they can shake out of you, and they're really nice and sweet to you, compliment you, give you a false sense that they're on your side, and then they turn on the pressure, they're asking for more money than you expected to spend, for a "vehicle" that actually looks a little beat up when you look closely, and you're trying to figure out what a fair price should be, and you try to negotiate, but they are well-trained and handle your objections like pros, because they've heard it all before and you're nothing special.
And it's exhausting. I just want to enjoy the view -- I didn't sign up for a Grant Cardone seminar.
