What is the affinity that strip clubs and fried shrimp have for each other? These are fresh-fried in a big outdoor contraption by a guy working out of the back of a hatchback. He would not tell me what they had been marinated in, nor what spices he added, nor where they came from, nor why they were almost as sweet and mouth-watering as a sweaty young half-naked hoochie shaking her rump. But they were. And we're all entitled to our secrets.