"If you're gonna do something, do it well," she said to me, and I detected a slight English accent.
"I could not agree more," I returned, convinced that she was a veteran stripper, possibly a dyke, and a real dancer in another life.
"I've only been doing this for nine months. I used to be a customer here, you know; I'd come in and hang out. One day, I thought, 'Hey, I could do that.' It's the best thing I've ever done for myself." I bet the guys in the place wouldn't have a clue what she meant, but I did. I am a sucker for smart strippers.