That is my name for strip clubs - the happy place. You can't go to one and be upset, there's (hopefully) too many good looking women in various stages of nudity to be mad at anything.

You also can't go to one and not expect to leave as rich as when you went in. If not for some companionship, then for the overpriced beer or food (I never would have eaten at a strip club before, but that article makes it seem favorable over most restaurants).

If you enjoyed visiting a happy place, you probably have thought about what it must be like to own one. Imagine being the GM of your favorite flesh palace and being responsible for running all the auditions, bringing in new entertainers... Sounds like a pretty sweet gig to me.

Well, now you can at least be a partial owner by investing in Rick's Cabaret. It is a conglomeration of gentlemen's clubs that seem to have some pretty solid understanding of what makes a strip club a profitable business. Insanely, they don't actually think it is because of the naked chicks. How naive and way too lyingaboutwhatreallyhappenstoimpresspotentialinvestors.

Even a town in rural Georgia wanted to be a strip club owner. Sadly, they only bought the place to burn it to the ground - there must have been a huge blue mushroom cloud and a plethora of released demons and souls when the demolition happened.

I'm off to support my local happy place so such a travesty doesn't have to happen again, and you should do the same. I'll save you seat at the bar, I'm not the pervert's row type of visitor.