3 AMboys, here's a tip on life and love and lust and everything in between, from me to you:
if you have the (maybe drunken? maybe not?) urge to call up a girl on your way home after you've shut down the strip club to regale her with stories of the dancer you were having such a great conversation with (that is, until she left you because you weren't wanting the VIP room, and besides the lights came on, but she was totally into you, i'm sure, because she was telling you all the stuff she wanted to do to you that technically aren't allowed by the joint, and shouldn't be considering it's under strict investigation for political corruption...), well, let me just impart to you this clue:
THAT'S NOT HOT.