I enjoy strip clubs the same way I enjoy watching "da game": Potentially good times with good friends. Screaming shit like "Smells like curry!!" at the stage and such. There's this one strip club 'twixt Ottawa and Montreal that's actually a whorehouse (Mindspell, you know what I'm talkin' about?) little did we know when we showed up.
I took shrooms that night though, so all I could do was stare, laugh when I felt like I was about to explode, make camel noises and run across the floor on all fours.