A lifetime ago I was a private investigator, conducting surveillance on a stripper that worked at SW's... this was like early 2000's. It was surreal.

Her claim originated in a lower-rung establishment in Colorado Springs, where she resided. We didn't know where she worked/went during the daytime.

She'd drive to Denver like she was on her way to deprogram a nuclear device, and time was running out. We're talking close to 100mph thru the gap (slang for the sucky drive between Colorado Springs and Denver) It took a couple tries and multiple investigators in different vehicles on mobile surveillance to track her to SW's (working while collecting on workers compensation).

Then I had to go inside with covert surveillance cameras to document her physical abilities/activities.

I distinctly remember going to the men's room to check my cameras and etc. A normalish middle aged man walked in, walked towards the wall opposite the door. Stopped about a yard shy of the wall, puked on the wall, did a pretty decent 'about-face' and walked right back out. He remained in the club.

The whole thing was horrible and terrifying. I was certain I was going to be beaten to death by the bouncers.

No one made me. Got evidence, got the Frick Out.