Classic stripper tactic: throw out a sob story to get you to open your wallet. "I have fibromyalgia", "I have to pay for my outfit tonight", "I have an auto-immune disease".
I worked at a popular sushi place a few years ago and we hired some of the strippers that worked across the street from us. Interesting times. They were hard-working people and fun to work with and all (and I used to get into the club for free because the other manager is the daughter of the owner)...you just had to call out bs every so often. Thing about strippers though, is they're the only women I've ever met that will actually APOLOGIZE when they know they're wrong and they try to fix it. Like, automatic. Regular bitches never do that shit!