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TIFU at a strip club involving drugs and massive credit card charges.

Hi everyone, I'm looking for some advice after my terrible experience last weekend in Dallas for my birthday. My two friends (let's call them Bob and Steve) and I went out for a night on the town, and we ended up at a strip club. We had already had a few drinks at dinner, and things were going well until the dancers started offering us drugs.

At first, I didn't realize what was happening, but after taking the first hit, I sobered up enough to wonder how we even got it in the first place. Despite my better judgment, we continued to party because everyone seemed to be having a good time. Later, the club staff took Bob and me to the office, stating we had made a large purchase. At that point, I was extremely intoxicated and didn't question it. They said the charge was $10,000, and I signed the transaction with my credit card. Bob was also charged $8,000. I remember him saying it was something about service fees for the girls. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but in the moment, I was like, okay, well, I don't want any problems. I better go ahead and pay. When I looked at my account the next morning, I found a second charge for $5,000 on my card. I had fraud alerts for both my credit card and bank account. Luckily I didn't have that much in the bank card that was used, so even though I have a text from ME on my phone confirming I was the one purchasing, that didn't go through. My credit card, however, did have enough. I saw the original charge was flagged as possible fraud, but I found the call I made on my phone to my credit card company, where I'm guessing I told them it was me.

Steve, who was not involved in the drugs, tried to come and get us earlier during the night, but the club staff would not allow him to come talk to us. They told him we were fine so he ended up going back to the hotel not thinking anything of it.

Bob and I have always been responsible with our money. Legally, I feel like there's nothing we can do because, technically, we approved any charges that were made. Still, the whole situation seemed extremely predatorial to us when I recall them taking us down to the office. We're now facing a significant financial hit that will take quite some time to recover from.

TL;DR: Got drunk in Dallas, took drugs from strippers, and now I owe an ungodly amount of money for about 3-4 hours of getting titties slapped in my face.

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