For someone who travels through life at hyperspeed and talks a mile a minute, West is unusually still and silent. The strip-club environment seems to have tranquilized him. Over the next few hours, he hardly moves an inch. dollar has plummeted, West scans the room and kicks back on a couch, armed with a stack of bills. The girls let him know that for just one twenty-pound note (about forty dollars), they will drop their knickers and gyrate in his face for the length of one song, and while I contemplate how low the U.S. It’s the wee hours of a Monday night in London, and inside Stringfellows strip club, about a dozen scantily clad women form a rough semicircle around Kanye West and his small entourage.
