Strip bars

I will confess here that I did visit a few of these venues in Miami. They are all over the place. I was not smart enough to keep away from paganistic hedonistic blasphemy.  I was not excited by the displays but I confess after knowing noone in Miami and perhaps I was not suave enough to make conversations with anyone in the bars that I had visited (well, what is a 26 year old capable of discussing anyhow???) , I went to a few of these locations. I will report to you that there is a smell of decay and sweat that enters your nostrils in any of these locations that noone should ever enjoy.  I can not say that I had any dancers that I remember in any detail.  I was never there just for the "sex" but I did find myself in a spin of deplorable heresy after probably the time I was sent to see the psychiatrist.  Perhaps I was in a down hill spiral but I was not going to kill my opportunity to let loose in that day.  I am sorry to any ladies out there. I am not the nicest guy in history.  But that said, I am never going to another strip bar.  Ever.  Its not my way.  I actually threw out the shoes I wore to the very last one I visited. I didnt want them in my house.
I will tell you a little story though. I was not a religious man at that time. I did believe in the Jewish people and I did believe in propriety.  I did not really think of our Creator.  I was actually excited once when I got to Miami when I learned that Friday night services were aired on the radio.  I felt religious.  It was really a dignifying intrigue for me.   I only made it to services once that year for Yom Kippur. Sad considering the massive Jewish community and likely beautiful places of worship all over South Florida. 
But this gets scary a little bit.  A few times when I had arrived at the strip bar venues, I would find myself sitting in my vehicle.  The thought of God crossed my mind.  I was keenly aware that God was real and that I was indeed making a disgusting show of it.  I was very frightened. But for a moment.  Then arrogance took over and I was out the car door and into the strip bar.  Sad guys, I know.  But being a kid from a less than exciting area and finding myself in Miami, It was a choice I made.
I will tell you more though. I found myself in my beginning Air Force Days in the first situation with strippers at the bachelor like party for a new Air Force Friend.  They got 2 strippers.  I was very uncomforatble and very embarrassed.  I guess that being in 3 years of painful psychological aspersions made me throw trust to the wind.  I was no longer the same person who would "never go to a strip club".  That was my policy in undergraduate and the beginning of medical school. I was even appalled that a roommate of mine had chosen to take a stripper he consorted (though I believe not sexually) with to a Deans Ball at the Medical school. That was just like pissing in the Rose Garden.  I did not like it at all.