I dated a stripper in college. (I was a bartender.)
They look good and can be quite fun, but are SO NOT worth the baggage.
3 month relationship, ended with her sleeping with some other guy whilst drunk.
Chick showed up 13 years later, me completely reformed as a flawed human can be, religious, married 10 years, kids, and here's this (still-good-looking in a cheap sort of way) stripper who you have not seen for 13 years banging on the door at 8:00 am, crying that I "was the only person who was ever good to her" and that she hired a PI to find me.
Explain that one to your wife.
(Mrs. MWT let her in, had coffee with her, and we sent her on her way. Mr. MWT did not sleep on the couch, but the bed was cold for a while. Very cold.)
I imagine so. A person with any amount of self-esteem would not go into this line of work. At the risk of going out on a limb, I'd bet that they have all had some kind of sexual abuse in their past.
Ping!
Whoa! Mrs. MWT is a lot nicer than Mrs. SCSF. She would have answered the door with a sidearm. I am counting on the fact the the "ladies of my youth" don't remember my real name since I was best known by a nick-name during those years.