I just recalled being in an all night store at 2AM with a friend. Ahead of us in the aisle was a scantily clad woman with bleached blonde hair. My friend told me she was a stripper at a place on the county line. I can't name it because it contains a Google naughty word. Obviously, this is a high class joint. They have blocks of wood on the tables for patrons to pound out their approval. They sweep up the broken glass once a day, wipe the tables with the same rag all week, and keep the lights low to limit exposing some of the less alluring aspects of their performers. What sticks in my mind even after many years is the bottoms of her bare feet were completely black. Damn they must have lit that dive with nightlights.