Joe Dickens stood at the entrance of Girls, Girls, Girls and wanted to run away. He’d never been to this seedy part of town before where homeless people lurked on every corner and a thick aura of danger seemed to encompass the air.

He’d certainly never been to a strip club before. Such a place was strictly against his moral code.

The exploitation, objectification, and commercialization of the sacred human body was not something he’d ever condone or participate in ...