For my money it's gotta be the Hungarians. They're all like 7 feet tall, constantly drunk and bitching about their husbands/suitcase pimps in that accent that makes me want to rip my ears off.

Usually a ripper asks you if you want a lapdance. If you say no, they move on. This one broad I encountered the other night hit me up three times before I had even had a chance to place my drink order. When she gave up she started sending her comrades over.

Let the Hungarians work off their debt in massage parlours, like they're supposed to. There's nothing worse than a stripper with no social decorum.