As some people on here know, I worked part time as a stripper when I was a student. Of course clean, presentable and respectable customers are preferable to some of the dirty, smelly, low-lifes that you get. But for most of us who were stripping just to get ourselves through university, it was just a job, just an act, and completely separate from our real personal lives. That doesn't mean there weren't strippers who didn't enjoy their job. But as far as I was concerned, stripping was a means to an end, my ambition was always to be a successful businesswoman and my preference was always for men who could match me in terms of intelligence and attractiveness, not for the sad men who are 99% of the audience at a strip club (the OP is clearly one of the other 1%).