Strip clubs are kind of like theme parks: they're a lot of fun and a great fantasy for visitors, but a ton of hard work and unpleasantness for the people who work there. The dancers, bartenders, managers, security, DJs, and other people who make it happen not only sacrifice their nights and weekends for your enjoyment, but also endure a lot of other stuff you probably don't even think about.
Every stripper in town will tell you that summers are notoriously slow. Inevitably, the conversations in the dressing room then begin to revolve around traveling to another city to work. I'm sure you've heard, or participated in one of these conversations:
Barbie: This club sucks. I'm going to Vegas. I heard Suzie went to Vegas and made a grand every night she worked.