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Originally Posted by KCOwner
BTW, I’d also include those grand massage parlors with jacuzzis (like Magic Touch) in this same category that was killed by a combo of the likes of Marinovich, OnlyFans, and finally the covid crazies.
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I blew half of my HS graduation cash at MT. I was 17 and ordered the Sultan package: two hours of mutual massage (and all the extras) in a hot tub. I was so nervous when I went in. I'm from the Deep 913 and Downtown wasn't quite the gem it is today. All of my fears subsided when the masseuse pulled a Sharon Stone and showed me she wasn't wearing panties while I sat in the waiting room.
The Dove was also a fun joint. We used to pile in a car and head up to Amateur Night (I think it was Thursdays). What a trip. Five old dudes sitting in the front row shining flashlights on the dancer's privates. The one-armed panhandler from Westport jackin' off in the theater to an old porno titled, Let Me Tell Ya 'Bout Black Chicks. This film featured a dude who looked like Mike D railing a sister with a huge afro on a surfboard. The background music had a refrain of "Black Chicks. Like Big Dicks. And Everybody - Likes Black Chicks" Jerks off booths and glory holes and random dudes trolling for ass. And the thing I'll never forget was the Nell Carter lookin' lady sitting in that old-timey box office. We were so underage but looked old. However, Nell stopped one of my buddies who had an alternative rock pompadour, and she yelled "You ain't 18! Look at your hair!!" Oh yeah, on one night, some other dudes that I played ball against in HS came for amateur night. Three of them laid down on the stage with dollars in their mouths and they all got blown by the chick named Trixie who wound up in some of those Milfhunter vids.
Then there was the Strand. My grandpa used to spin yarns about sneaking away from my grandma and spending his afternoons ensconced in the velvety grossness of that little theater. In the late 90s I was fortunate to catch this Tinkerbell-looking gal grove to a cool U2 Mysterious Ways remix and playing with a Super Soaker.
FInally, my pop used to work in an office near Armour and Main. He made me volunteer at Trinity Lutheran Hospital. Every morning, I'd walk down Main Street and then back down to his office after my shift. I passed by so many sex shops, leather bars and tranny street walkers. Pop's thought the gig would help me walk the straight and narrow. But I was 12 going on 19, and... well, I'm sure that experience teed me uo to be a real strange-o pervert.
Fuck, KC used to be so seedy. I miss it.
