I've been meaning to post this quote from Wallace Stroby's latest, The Heartbreak Lounge. It's a scene that takes place in the titular titty bar.
  "Used to be a girl danced here. She called herself Jasmine sometimes. You remember her? Her real name was Nikki."
  "Jasmine? Do you know how many Jasmines have been through here? Or Nikkis, for that matter? And Britneys and Brandys and Willows?"
  "You remember that Jasmine? Long brown hair? A tattoo of a butterfly"—he reached around, touched his lower back—"right here?"
  "You're kidding, right?"

And that, friends, is the most true-to-life strip club scene in literature for 2005.