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I feel ya, but I also miss Peep World.

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WAAAAAAY too hard-core for me.

What I remember from when I was there in the early 90s was a little dank closet in the very very back with a hose connected to a faucet and guys took turns washing their hands from their spunk and/or the girls pussy juice. And, this stuttering guy with rotted teeth angrily growling about not splashing the water all over the floor ... since he had to clean it up, I guess. No one else even seemed to note his existance.

I tipped a girl just because I felt bad for her and declined my "fingering" privileges. I didn't even use all the tokens I got. The place reeked. I came very close to vomiting.







I'm just not "tough" enough for the hard-core.

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WAAAAAAY too hard-core for me.

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While I miss my favorite cheap porn store [BB King's I think is there now] and I wonder what happened to the "slurpee" Indians who once ran those places, I do enjoy my 2am walks from Times Sq to PABT more.

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While I miss my favorite cheap porn store [BB King's I think is there now] and I wonder what happened to the "slurpee" Indians who once ran those places, I do enjoy my 2am walks from Times Sq to PABT more.

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Exactly. 42nd Street west of Fifth Avenue was a big dogshit stain that reached it's biggest stink factor at Eighth Avenue. I'm glad its gone, including all those much-adored sticky-seat theaters that nobody but the homeless actually visited after 1977 or so. I lived on 46th between Fifth and Sixth from the late 80s till the mid 90s. While there are some things I miss, mostly the days before the entire city became The Apple Garden, I'd rather see tourists around than no one at all, which is what Times Square was like in the early 90s.

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It's not the same without Playland, and the grindhouse movie theatres.
And now when they closed up my favorite movie house -the Loew's Astor Plaza I felt like that Indian in the old commercials who cried when people threw trash on the road.
For a taste of the old days might I suggest reading Josh Alan Friedman's Tales Of Times Square. It's worth it for the story where Al Goldstein bets the owner of Swingers club Plato's Retreat 5 grand he can't come 10 times in 24 hours.
Hysterical.

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WAAAAAAY too hard-core for me.

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Then, I take it you never paid the $10 and went upstairs at Show World either? Live sex shows onstage with hookers working the crowd. I once had to duck out of there after seeing someone I knew from my work in there. He was about wrist deep at the time.

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I feel ya, but I also miss Peep World. Ducking in through the keyhole and slipping past the booth monkeys to find the new Hungarian blondes who would reach through the window. And watching the parade of uber-perves get their freak on in the adjoining booths. I remember a regular who was an orthodox jew and he would fingerbang the shiksas with a latex glove on. There would always be some fat boricua with her foot getting sucked and the other girls shouting out the word TIPPING? over and over. Then some poor idiot would get his arm caught in the window as it closed. Ah, the rich life.
That little era when all the Eastern Bloc girls came to new york was the best. You could go to apartment brothels and find FKK quality newbies for under 150 with tip! All the Courtney Love types got the boot and suddenly it was like a Carlo Ponti movie. PIT, Select, the places that came right before Julie's.

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