We've found the only reason to ever go to Detroit: Club Thunderbolt.

Entreprenuer Jay Thunderbolt, 45, is living a dream: He's operating an around-the-clock strip club out of his house. (Under Michigan's unusual strip club laws, as long as he doesn't serve any beverages, he's allowed to host strippers at his place anytime.)

Thunderbolt says anyone who comes to the drink-free establishment is his "friend," and can bring anyone and any party favors they'd like. Even better, this Real American Hero doesn't believe in charging a cover.

Keep reading to see how Thunderbolt and his girls make the money to stay afloat.

According to an interview our boy did with the local Metro Times, the 6-foot-5-inch horndog-in-chief, DJ, "house mom," club owner / marketing director / guru / accountant / bouncer and survivor of a bullet to the cranium is the only employee of Club Thunderbolt -- besides the dancers.

That business strategy holds down costs and allows for a recession-busting $10 for a striptease or $20 for a sexy lap dance without the G-string.

"I tell everybody, 'This is what I'm gonna do. Don't be freakin' out,'" Thunderbolt told Metro Times. "I have to because the girls put a load of cars on the street, but I keep the grass cut, I pay the bills." His neighbors have, by now, gotten used to streams of half-naked women coming and going at all hours. Somehow things have remained calm in the 'hood.

Not even his old man, who passed away and left him the house soon after this enterprise began, raised an eyebrow about his middle-aged son's new venture.

"There's a bunch of naked girls laying around here? Believe me, he didn't care," says Thunderbolt. Apparently, even the arch-conservative Republican Congressional Committee's Business Advisory Council doesn't mind this risqué concept: Tom Delay and Newt Gingrich both autographed a certificate drawn up in honor of Thunderbolt's work.

Most brilliant of all, though, is what Thunderbolt does to placate the po-po (aka "a bribe" anywhere outside of Detroit or Louisiana): He tells his busty employees to press their boobs to the windows, a la "Kentucky Fried Movie," and thank passing patrolmen for "being cops."

There is a lot of "win" here, Asylumites. We can all learn from Thunderbolt's example.