When I lived in Denver for a year (1983), a newish suburb was upset about a strip club. The club pre-dated the city, by decades, but the council managed to get their liquor license suspended.

The next week the club opened up, selling $5 Coca-Cola, as an all-ages club.

A Denver Post reporter visited, and reported on the junior-high kids parked on stools, marveling at the bored, naked girl with dirty feet desultorily gyrating on the stage.

It took another week, but things went back to normal.