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Hitting the strip club, I go to the strip club when a girl in my life makes me homicidal. At the strip club, they're all beautiful, naked, lying, and completly false. So it's not disappointing when they behave that way. It cheers me up. Compensates for me trusting, or believing, or even expecting a girl IRL to behave like a decent human being. Or treating me like a human being. Only time othe than Xmas I go to the strip club. It's theraputic.