Like the occurrence of most bizarre twists in my life, I found myself, without reason, in a “high-end” strip club in Aberdeen, North Carolina—as a customer, of course!
I was awed by the dancers’ perfect bodies and athletic pole skills, but what absolutely amazed me was that the club employed a disheveled, slightly sweaty, but amazingly talented magician to go from table to table and provide his mystical skills for the patrons. “Why,” I thought, “would they need anything but these silicon-enhanced, naked nymphs to entertain their customers?”
So I asked to speak to the general manager. He was gracious