I mean, dagum. You're really pushing the limits of the emoji response system here.
Nah. It is what it is...nothing more, nothing less.
I feel fortunate to have been able to live and participate in "interesting times"...some of which at this point I'd not necessarily choose to do over. LOL.
I'll tell a funny story as a follow-up and finisher. It's sort of tangentially related to "strippers".
When I was a brand new agent in NYC, the very first bust I worked on, (not my own case), was to take down a Chinese gang run brothel in lower Manhattan. I was young, full of piss and vinegar, and raring to go.
The group which the case belonged to was run by a former NYPD detective who was now a supervisor at my outfit.
He had me ride with him on the operation.
The brothel apparently had doors that could not be easily breached, so I was sent up a fire escape to the rooftop of an adjoining building, jumped the small gap separating it from the rooftop of the target building, and then climbed down a fire escape and into a window of an apartment. (The supervisor and another agent followed behind.)
After getting into the apartment, there was a Chinese woman cooking at the stove who wanted nothing to do with whatever we were up to, and never turned to look at us or stop what she was doing. I'll never forget the effect that had on me. I wondered what her life must've been like to react like that.
We exited her apartment and then when we tried to get in another location in the building, the supe had me kick in the door, (because he "thought he heard someone calling for assistance"), and I can tell you, it wasn't easy and not like on TV.
Anyway, long story short, we eventually rounded up a bunch of gang members, prostitutes and targets of the case. As we're leaving, the "madam" slapped me on the ass and said "You come back". I couldn't believe it. (But was secretly pleased...)
The next day, I was talking with another new agent who was brought on at the same time as me and we heard a couple of the "old timers", (in their forties or so), talking about how much they'd get in their pensions upon retirement. I turned to the other new agent, and said, "Retirement?...I'd do this fucking job for free!"
Not too many years later, I was that old fucking agent, (of 50), calculating and looking forward to what I'd get when I put in my papers. LOL.
I'll tell you this...that first operation ruined me. I thought that every day was going to be like that...exciting like a TV show. And sadly, it just isn't the way it actually is in the real world. And more's the pity.
Okay. Thanks for listening and sorry for talking too much.