I will take you to a birthday evening where me and my friends ended up in a strip club. I thought by accident, but as it soon turned out that wasn’t the case. As is often the case with coincidence, that it’s not a coincident at all or it doesn’t turn out to be one.
I like them old-fashioned style (back then) smoky clubs, where the atmosphere is right, the women beautiful and sexy and above all sweet (for each other), the men gallant handsome and manly, you’ll hear erotic music and everything and everyone is thrilled of what’s yet to come. This is what a stripclub is all about, if you’re lucky to have found the one. As I know from experience, there are unfortunately also enough bad exceptions. But this was it. And then it al comes together, your birthday turns into an evening where everything is possible, because you’re celebrating, and you’re there and you want it and it’s fucking sexy.