When DH was 13 his father took him into a lap dancing/strip place in magaluf.
Absolutely traumatised DH. (Not just the cringe of seeing naked women with your dad, but the acts performed were really sexual, just old leery men getting blow jobs etc, grim stuff for adults to see, let alone a shy kid)
When it was his stag do he really wanted to go to a comic con, a teppenyaki place and home.
The "lads" in the group made it so obvious they wanted strippers and drugs that he cancelled his stag. It was really making him anxious, he doesn't drink, doesn't enjoy pubs etc and really is dead against drugs and sex work.
I felt awful for him, my oldest DC (not bio his but he's raised him) who was I think 15ish at the time took him out for the day, to comic book shops and for sushi and they both came home with new trainers and best of all a giant cheesecake.
My hen was shit, two bridesmaids had a massive row, my mother made every effort to tell everyone she didn't think I was the marrying "type" and my sister shagged a local who turned out to be a thug/wannabe gangster who hounded her for the whole weekend.
No strippers for us thank god, but some random bloke flashed us his cock on the way for a piss.
Sorry to merail, I'm bored and up with the youngest and doesn't look like OP is returning soon.