Do you know why pick-up artists exist? Because there's an epidemic in Western society of no confidence. Many men simply don't have the balls to approach a woman and start a conversation. They turn to pick-up artists because they're convinced there's a trick to it, a skill they haven't developed yet that they can learn, when really it's just about not being a wussy sack of lame ass lamery.
For those who still think they need a gimmick, I propose that offering to exorcise a woman's demonic vagina with your righteous penis is maybe not the best one. Or at least hold that one in reserve till she's told you her name and you've had lunch together.
Forgive how this story flows in a manner that literally makes no sense, but it's from China, and every source I've checked tells it basically the same way, which just boggles the mind. So Huang Jianjun is a self-proclaimed ghostbuster. A woman calls him because she's being haunted. Wait, no, that would make sense. A woman calls him because she has a crush on her boss and needs his help to make her boss love her back. Right there the story falls off the rails into "Huh?" Huang and the woman meet in a hotel where Huang immediately diagnoses the problem after telling her to get naked -- her vagina is a veritable fun house of evil spirits, a flappy clown car of beings from beyond all crammed in there gumming up the works with not-so-freshness and Slimers and whatnot. Oh shit, what should we do? Bonercism.