I have no use for these places, and on the two occasions in which I was cajoled into going to a strip club (all related to bachelor parties) I disliked much of the experience. The second time I was a designated driver, and I was mostly annoyed, sitting there sipping a $5 Coke and watching my friends act like drunken idiots.
I recall one of the drunken attendees at the second place (a dive on 8 Mile Road in Detroit) paying $100 for a "VIP dance," and afterward staggering back and confiding in me: "this chick really likes me." Really? Really, dude?
And of course: because I am a thrifty SOB who was not interested in shelling out more dough than I had to ($10 cover and one overpriced Coke was enough for me), the naked women spent about 3.5 seconds in my vicinity, so even the prurient entertainment was of limited duration.
Frankly, not to be prudish, I did not find these women to be especially atractive. Sure, they were naked, so there was something of a hardwired-lizard-brain-physical-lust reaction on my part, but the artificial and contrived nature of the interactions with dancers rang very hollow. Also: the places crawl with lowlife customers, dudes who in the light of day I would suspiciously view with narrowed eyes and keeping close watch on my wallet.
In short: strip clubs are the kinds of places where a lot of unsavory characters can be found, and in general the less I associate with creepy people the less likely I am going to regret associating with creepy people.