I don't get it. You read about guys dropping coin coin and coin in strip clubs, hoping desperately to get a feelamonga and a stinky finger, or they're digging around fervently praying Santa shows the way to the Ellis Island-grade massage parlor off strip where there might be -- oh please oh please oh please let there be -- a happy ending. WTF don't they just hire some good talent so there is no question as to the end result ... or concern as to the possible longer-term "result." Fuck, go to Pahrump, fer crissake. Or how about this, if you ain't dating or getting it back home maybe you need some serious self-reflection as to why you're so creepy.