As I continue to explore the vanishing urban infrastructure that is being replaced by a sort of “suburbanization,” I turn the corner and find myself in a more seedy area. Before the internet, adult book stores used to dot the city landscape. This is one such place. They were close to downtown where the unhappily married man could stop off on the way home or at lunch for some attention. Many were open 24 hours so the lonely and desparate could, well, whatever.
Because there were so many of these places, there must have been a need and since pornography makes up about half of all of the internet traffic and resources, that need must still exist. I was always fascinated by their carnival sideshow appearance. I’m sure there were many freaks inside.
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