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I stripped for nine months, and one of the most disappointing discoveries I made is that racism runs rampant inside the club walls. The black women I worked with had a difficult time getting hired (they had to return to the club repeatedly to try to get applications/interviews, whereas the white women were snatched up immediately by the management) and had a difficult time acquiring customers. Another interesting discovery I made was that I made money faster and more easily the less I spoke with customers; it occurred to me that they wanted a dumb little young thing next to them rather than anything resembling intelligent conversation. I suppose strip clubs really are a distorted close-up of human evolution – males with the most money and goods attract the most dancers; the dancers with the hourglass figures and pretty faces (and youth) attract the most customers. Gender conflicts were always high because the management did practically nothing to protect the dancers, so you had a room of dozens of drunk men trying to get the most for their buck (grabbing, lying, unwelcomed touching) and sober, near-naked women trying to get as much money as they could with the least amount of compromise. Strippers warn each other about who is ‘cheap’ or ‘grabby,’ while men point each other to the clubs with the prettiest girls or sleaziest table dances (a little like a stereotypical dating scene, huh?).