We like strippers, and there is nothing wrong with them. A stripper knows the difference between a piece of a***, a decent conversation, and a dollar bill. A stripper might rob you, but she's not usually lying about doing it. I'd like to open a strip club and carve into the front door the following quote from the Gita [directed at all you incredibly moral neighborhood association gentrifiers shutting every club down], 

"One who restrains the senses and organs of action, but whose mind dwells on sense objects, certainly deludes himself and is called a pretender."

i.e., titties out of sight are not out of mind. If anything it makes you a pervert as desire has more to do with speculation of what you don't have than it does with the sense of seeing what is right in front of you. When I see a naked woman I see a WOMAN, but then I meet some guys who claim to not go there yet cannot pass a woman without commenting about her parts. Speculation is perversion, not seeing.