Never been a huge fan of gentlemens clubs... Its like watching your neighbor grille a big, juicy Tbone that you paid for from across the fence. You can smell it. You can see it in ALL its glory. Sometimes you can poke it when he goes into the house for another beer. But no matter what, you can't eat it. :-/
Although, sometimes looking at a nice piece of meat makes you all warm and fuzzy inside too. :