First and only strip club I have been to was in Blackpool for my brother's birthday. I found it awful. The girl taking her clothes off was gorgeous but having a bunch of other guys around (all of them a lot drunker than I) all baying and whooping made it so embarrassing I just couldn't wait for it to end. The club itself was sleazy but nowhere near as bad I thought it was going to be (my mind is stuck in the 80's and what strip bars looked like back then). Having a pretty woman gyrating and undressing for me is a damn fine way to spend one's time, but having to pay for the privilege and then having a mob of drunken wankers screaming in your ear just ruins the experience.
Don't look at their eyes. I'm serious, don't do it. Also, if possible don't look at any other erm... "customers". It will creep you out.
I remember walking through Amsterdam (I wasn't even in a club) and some guy kept staring a woman dancing behind a glass cage (or something like that) and he was LIKING HIS TEETH. Seriously, like a horny cartoon character. Bah.
Went to Amsterdam when I was eighteen. I recall the whole red light district feeling sticky underfoot. My overactive imagination went to town