Right 'round like a record, baby

Previously, David Cook, Lee DeWyze, Adam Lambert, Ke$ha, and the Followills' neglected Rock Cred had arrived on the third level, where Ke$ha made a horrifying discovery.

Ke$ha: Oh, hell! That's me singing that song.

Ke$ha's voice [singing]: You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down.

Man's voice [rapping]: From the top of the pole, I watch her go down. She got me throwing my money around. Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found.

The colored spotlights play wildly over a raised stage in a dark and steamy club, stinking of mildew, spilled Cosmopolitans, and cheap hand lotion. The air is damp, with a stinging mist, and the stage is full of writhing, half-naked male bodies twisted around poles--

Stout balding man: Step right up! Where's your money, ladies? Bring 'em here. Bring 'em here. Put 'em in! Put 'em in!

A skinny but well-built dude in an unbuttoned flannel shirt and tighty-whities grinds his way to the edge of the stage, thrusting his pelvis toward hands that wave dollar bills. A few daring women shove the money into his briefs.

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