NYC Ain’t Your Father’s Monger Town Anymore

[bmpro40]

WARNING: Old(ish) Man Rant Below:

Boy has it become a serious pain in the ass being a monger in this city. I feel bad for the young horny guys who don’t know any better - overpaying for low end mongering, giving up their privacy and just having to work to way too hard at something that used be so easy even without cell phones much less the internet.

When I was a teen in the early 80’s I got off a Greyhound bus at the Port Authority, stepped out onto 8th Avenue and right into the porn theater across the street. I plunked into my aisle seat and within a minute a hottie walks up and offers a $10 (I think) BJ. So less than 15’ after arriving in NYC I was blowing a load in some pretty mouth while watching John Holmes drive his big (for the time) schlong deep into the great late Seka. How cool was that. No BS. Easy. Memorable.

Many here have reminisced about the Harmony. I went there many times in the 90’s. Simple. Open room. Chicks everywhere. Your pick. Best hard grinding lap dances ever (especially if like me you showed up in shorts or sweats). Hands free to roam over soft flesh and maybe an orifice (or two). Extras to be had. Always satisfying. No BS. You just walk in. Get your satisfaction. Walk out maybe $80 bucks lighter with your oversized shirt covering the wet spot on your shorts/sweats.

Although I have been able to afford scheduled incalls sessions with smoking high end whores for the last 20 years, there are many times after a business dinner or just a late night in the office when your affliction demands some pussy NOW. Had a pretty reliable $200 routine in recent years. Check UG for the 5 or 6 active Midtown AMPs like the highly reliable MyAsianGFE (Thanks UG!). Call or text. Pick an available girl from a usually reliable online line up. And boom, usually within 30-40 minutes, you’re pounding the shit out of a cute Asian pixie pussy (and occasionally ass) who seems to relish eating your ass and doing some trademark gymnastic position before taking your load with a smile like a champ. Pretty simple. Decent value. Very reliable.

Ten years ago you could go to a restaurant in Koreatown and when done just ask to be directed to a mini brothel upstairs or around the corner and boom, within a few minutes for $200 (max) you are working off the Korean bbq banging some hottie. Simple. Easy. Decent value. Reliable. I think that’s history now (except perhaps for local Asian guys).

So now to the present. After taking nearly 2 pandemic years off from the hobby, I decided to head back in the game, triple vaxxed. Reconnecting with my high end regulars (and some new ones) went fine. A bit more uppity online and on Twitter (“last guy bought me some Louboutins”), definitely pricier ($800-$1000 vs $500-$600) but nicer rooms and many take Bitcoin which is great.

So what about getting off at AMPs when the spontaneous urge arises? Holy fuck have they have become a pain in the ass and now $320?! Seriously?! The other night I texted 5 of the AMPs pinned on the UG NY forum, always including my UG/P411/*** handle which used to be sufficient for new clients and often led to special attention and service. After taking their jolly old time, four of the five demanded bullshit screening using some combination of DL photo, LinkedIn profile, work email, business card, credit card(!), insurance card (not kidding), selfie, screenshot of P411 profile, ethnicity, etc. It’s one thing for a $1000 escort working solo in an decent apartment to aggressively “screen” (fortunately I have solid references and enough P411 okays that I don’t have to screen anymore). But to hand over private personally identifiable info to a low end criminal enterprise for a low end affair in a borderline shithole place under constant threat of LE? Fuck that shit. Might has well send the same info in response to a spam phishing email or phone call. No way in hell will I ever do that.

To put exclamation mark on the night, one of the five (YourAsianDesires) did not request any screening. Thinking maybe at least one of these joints accepted its bottom feeding spot in the whore mongering ecosystem, I walked the 20 blocks to the address provided (it was a nice evening and needed to get in the steps!). After ghosting me on text for 10-15’ past the appointment time, the MMS (or assistant) came to the glass door and demanded I show ID. Told her I didn’t have it (been doing this long enough to only show up with cash, condoms and phone), that I wouldn’t show it even if I did and that I was pissed as hell that they didn’t tell me they screened for ID BEFORE I walked the 20 blocks there. Walked away and texted that I would describe my experience on UG. They begged me to come back next day for a discounted session, etc. Told them no fucking way.

So that appears to be sad state of monger affairs in NYC heading into 2022, forty years after my memorable teenage porno theater BJ. Spontaneous, no questions asked, bada bing bada boom, slam that pussy mongering is apparently gone for good. This old(ish) dude is just going to stick with the scheduled high end girls and let the memories of how great the spontaneous stuff used to be. For those of you who don’t know better or choose to go along with things as they are, more power to you. I just don’t have the time or energy for the escalating BS and the poor value for your money of the current AMP scene.

Old(ish) man rant over!!!

 

[billyS]

A lot of truths here.

I especially agree with not handing over personal information to these places.
Not only do they get busted all the time but like you said they are run by low criminal enterprises. God knows where your information is going to wind up.
Maybe if you have nothing to loose go for it, but otherwise why bother?

 

[antwerp1701]

The days of Chopsticks on 18th Street and 5th Avenue, and Club Miyako on 23rd Street off of 3rd Avenue are loooooong gone, but I'll always have those memories.

 

[Bricktop]

WARNING: Old(ish) Man Rant Below:

Boy has it become a serious pain in the ass being a monger in this city. I feel bad for the young horny guys who don’t know any better - overpaying for low end mongering, giving up their privacy and just having to work to way too hard at something that used be so easy even without cell phones much less the internet.

When I was a teen in the early 80’s I got off a Greyhound bus at the Port Authority, stepped out onto 8th Avenue and right into the porn theater across the street. I plunked into my aisle seat and within a minute a hottie walks up and offers a $10 (I think) BJ. So less than 15’ after arriving in NYC I was blowing a load in some pretty mouth while watching John Holmes drive his big (for the time) schlong deep into the great late Seka. How cool was that. No BS. Easy. Memorable.

Many here have reminisced about the Harmony. I went there many times in the 90’s. Simple. Open room. Chicks everywhere. Your pick. Best hard grinding lap dances ever (especially if like me you showed up in shorts or sweats). Hands free to roam over soft flesh and maybe an orifice (or two). Extras to be had. Always satisfying. No BS. You just walk in. Get your satisfaction. Walk out maybe $80 bucks lighter with your oversized shirt covering the wet spot on your shorts/sweats.

Although I have been able to afford scheduled incalls sessions with smoking high end whores for the last 20 years, there are many times after a business dinner or just a late night in the office when your affliction demands some pussy NOW. Had a pretty reliable $200 routine in recent years. Check UG for the 5 or 6 active Midtown AMPs like the highly reliable MyAsianGFE (Thanks UG!). Call or text. Pick an available girl from a usually reliable online line up. And boom, usually within 30-40 minutes, you’re pounding the shit out of a cute Asian pixie pussy (and occasionally ass) who seems to relish eating your ass and doing some trademark gymnastic position before taking your load with a smile like a champ. Pretty simple. Decent value. Very reliable.

Ten years ago you could go to a restaurant in Koreatown and when done just ask to be directed to a mini brothel upstairs or around the corner and boom, within a few minutes for $200 (max) you are working off the Korean bbq banging some hottie. Simple. Easy. Decent value. Reliable. I think that’s history now (except perhaps for local Asian guys).

So now to the present. After taking nearly 2 pandemic years off from the hobby, I decided to head back in the game, triple vaxxed. Reconnecting with my high end regulars (and some new ones) went fine. A bit more uppity online and on Twitter (“last guy bought me some Louboutins”), definitely pricier ($800-$1000 vs $500-$600) but nicer rooms and many take Bitcoin which is great.

So what about getting off at AMPs when the spontaneous urge arises? Holy fuck have they have become a pain in the ass and now $320?! Seriously?! The other night I texted 5 of the AMPs pinned on the UG NY forum, always including my UG/P411/*** handle which used to be sufficient for new clients and often led to special attention and service. After taking their jolly old time, four of the five demanded bullshit screening using some combination of DL photo, LinkedIn profile, work email, business card, credit card(!), insurance card (not kidding), selfie, screenshot of P411 profile, ethnicity, etc. It’s one thing for a $1000 escort working solo in an decent apartment to aggressively “screen” (fortunately I have solid references and enough P411 okays that I don’t have to screen anymore). But to hand over private personally identifiable info to a low end criminal enterprise for a low end affair in a borderline shithole place under constant threat of LE? Fuck that shit. Might has well send the same info in response to a spam phishing email or phone call. No way in hell will I ever do that.

To put exclamation mark on the night, one of the five (YourAsianDesires) did not request any screening. Thinking maybe at least one of these joints accepted its bottom feeding spot in the whore mongering ecosystem, I walked the 20 blocks to the address provided (it was a nice evening and needed to get in the steps!). After ghosting me on text for 10-15’ past the appointment time, the MMS (or assistant) came to the glass door and demanded I show ID. Told her I didn’t have it (been doing this long enough to only show up with cash, condoms and phone), that I wouldn’t show it even if I did and that I was pissed as hell that they didn’t tell me they screened for ID BEFORE I walked the 20 blocks there. Walked away and texted that I would describe my experience on UG. They begged me to come back next day for a discounted session, etc. Told them no fucking way.

So that appears to be sad state of monger affairs in NYC heading into 2022, forty years after my memorable teenage porno theater BJ. Spontaneous, no questions asked, bada bing bada boom, slam that pussy mongering is apparently gone for good. This old(ish) dude is just going to stick with the scheduled high end girls and let the memories of how great the spontaneous stuff used to be. For those of you who don’t know better or choose to go along with things as they are, more power to you. I just don’t have the time or energy for the escalating BS and the poor value for your money of the current AMP scene.

Old(ish) man rant over!!!

Good to see you being so spontaneous 40 years later. More research now but when you form a list spontaneous is available

 

[mugi]

WARNING: Old(ish) Man Rant Below:

Boy has it become a serious pain in the ass being a monger in this city. I feel bad for the young horny guys who don’t know any better - overpaying for low end mongering, giving up their privacy and just having to work to way too hard at something that used be so easy even without cell phones much less the internet.

When I was a teen in the early 80’s I got off a Greyhound bus at the Port Authority, stepped out onto 8th Avenue and right into the porn theater across the street. I plunked into my aisle seat and within a minute a hottie walks up and offers a $10 (I think) BJ. So less than 15’ after arriving in NYC I was blowing a load in some pretty mouth while watching John Holmes drive his big (for the time) schlong deep into the great late Seka. How cool was that. No BS. Easy. Memorable.

Many here have reminisced about the Harmony. I went there many times in the 90’s. Simple. Open room. Chicks everywhere. Your pick. Best hard grinding lap dances ever (especially if like me you showed up in shorts or sweats). Hands free to roam over soft flesh and maybe an orifice (or two). Extras to be had. Always satisfying. No BS. You just walk in. Get your satisfaction. Walk out maybe $80 bucks lighter with your oversized shirt covering the wet spot on your shorts/sweats.

Although I have been able to afford scheduled incalls sessions with smoking high end whores for the last 20 years, there are many times after a business dinner or just a late night in the office when your affliction demands some pussy NOW. Had a pretty reliable $200 routine in recent years. Check UG for the 5 or 6 active Midtown AMPs like the highly reliable MyAsianGFE (Thanks UG!). Call or text. Pick an available girl from a usually reliable online line up. And boom, usually within 30-40 minutes, you’re pounding the shit out of a cute Asian pixie pussy (and occasionally ass) who seems to relish eating your ass and doing some trademark gymnastic position before taking your load with a smile like a champ. Pretty simple. Decent value. Very reliable.

Ten years ago you could go to a restaurant in Koreatown and when done just ask to be directed to a mini brothel upstairs or around the corner and boom, within a few minutes for $200 (max) you are working off the Korean bbq banging some hottie. Simple. Easy. Decent value. Reliable. I think that’s history now (except perhaps for local Asian guys).

So now to the present. After taking nearly 2 pandemic years off from the hobby, I decided to head back in the game, triple vaxxed. Reconnecting with my high end regulars (and some new ones) went fine. A bit more uppity online and on Twitter (“last guy bought me some Louboutins”), definitely pricier ($800-$1000 vs $500-$600) but nicer rooms and many take Bitcoin which is great.

So what about getting off at AMPs when the spontaneous urge arises? Holy fuck have they have become a pain in the ass and now $320?! Seriously?! The other night I texted 5 of the AMPs pinned on the UG NY forum, always including my UG/P411/*** handle which used to be sufficient for new clients and often led to special attention and service. After taking their jolly old time, four of the five demanded bullshit screening using some combination of DL photo, LinkedIn profile, work email, business card, credit card(!), insurance card (not kidding), selfie, screenshot of P411 profile, ethnicity, etc. It’s one thing for a $1000 escort working solo in an decent apartment to aggressively “screen” (fortunately I have solid references and enough P411 okays that I don’t have to screen anymore). But to hand over private personally identifiable info to a low end criminal enterprise for a low end affair in a borderline shithole place under constant threat of LE? Fuck that shit. Might has well send the same info in response to a spam phishing email or phone call. No way in hell will I ever do that.

To put exclamation mark on the night, one of the five (YourAsianDesires) did not request any screening. Thinking maybe at least one of these joints accepted its bottom feeding spot in the whore mongering ecosystem, I walked the 20 blocks to the address provided (it was a nice evening and needed to get in the steps!). After ghosting me on text for 10-15’ past the appointment time, the MMS (or assistant) came to the glass door and demanded I show ID. Told her I didn’t have it (been doing this long enough to only show up with cash, condoms and phone), that I wouldn’t show it even if I did and that I was pissed as hell that they didn’t tell me they screened for ID BEFORE I walked the 20 blocks there. Walked away and texted that I would describe my experience on UG. They begged me to come back next day for a discounted session, etc. Told them no fucking way.

So that appears to be sad state of monger affairs in NYC heading into 2022, forty years after my memorable teenage porno theater BJ. Spontaneous, no questions asked, bada bing bada boom, slam that pussy mongering is apparently gone for good. This old(ish) dude is just going to stick with the scheduled high end girls and let the memories of how great the spontaneous stuff used to be. For those of you who don’t know better or choose to go along with things as they are, more power to you. I just don’t have the time or energy for the escalating BS and the poor value for your money of the current AMP scene.

Old(ish) man rant over!!!

I do feel your pain and your plight.

I, too, refuse to enter into this sophisticated modern era of mongering.

I would never hand over any personal information, knowingly, if at all possible, to anyone, in a transaction of this kind.

Nor do I have any expertise in the higher-end, high-tech sex scene. I have no desire to be a part of it, even if it leaves me with no access to the hobby. I even prefer no simple phone calls, which sends me back to my great grandfather’s mongering world, and prior.

Why should I remain such a stubborn,simple-minded old fool who isn’t hip to the modern techniques and rules?

Because sex is a very ancient game of pure raw animal magnetism and needs no assistance from technology to make it function well, even on the financial end of it. And, any attempt to overload it with information and technology, is to tear away it’s simple intrinsic beauty and truth. And, a simple reasonable pay-for-play transaction is also where many girls want to keep the hobby.

For myself, it can only remain an anonymous cash business, with no record of a transaction, aside from a hidden cam, which is risky enough, and I have to assume that I am being videoed, at least at some point, and so is she.

But, in reality, cameras always have existed, as the fellow old-timers surely remember the vastly popular show, “Candid Camera.”

Sex is one of the simplest of all acts, not far behind: breathing, eating, drinking and using the toilet. Why should I document my illegality with a trail of data to bite me in the ass later.

In New York, most of Flushing honors ”Your Father’s Mongering Traditions,” a little spare cash and a more than adequate romp with a more than adequate girl.

Anything else, i.e revealing your identity and an enormous load of cash, is shunned by this old-timer.

In other countries where I monger, you must use your phone to authenticate the QR code before entering some AMP/brothels. I avoid such institutions.

But, alas, possibly time will catch up to this old time monger, and the protocol throughout will be a confirmed ID.

But, until then, I remain in the dark corners, alleys and shadows, where I remain just another john fulfilling a simple undocumented biological necessity.

 

[Frankcastle]

Yep. Definitely gotten really expensive l. I think it’s best to stick to your regular places as you know at least your money will be well spent as opposed to constantly trying new places. About the id, I tape the license photo address and name and usually gets the job done along with work id where again I tape name..

 

[bmpro40]

Good to see you being so spontaneous 40 years later. More research now but when you form a list spontaneous is available

Thanks. I am sure it’s possible to line up stable, anonymous spontaneous options especially in the outer boroughs like Flushing but I no longer have the energy or patience to bother!!

 

[bmpro40]

I do feel your pain and your plight.

I, too, refuse to enter into this sophisticated modern era of mongering.

I would never hand over any personal information, knowingly, if at all possible, to anyone, in a transaction of this kind.

Nor do I have any expertise in the higher-end, high-tech sex scene. I have no desire to be a part of it, even if it leaves me with no access to the hobby. I even prefer no simple phone calls, which sends me back to my great grandfather’s mongering world, and prior.

Why should I remain such a stubborn,simple-minded old fool who isn’t hip to the modern techniques and rules?

Because sex is a very ancient game of pure raw animal magnetism and needs no assistance from technology to make it function well, even on the financial end of it. And, any attempt to overload it with information and technology, is to tear away it’s simple intrinsic beauty and truth. And, a simple reasonable pay-for-play transaction is also where many girls want to keep the hobby.

For myself, it can only remain an anonymous cash business, with no record of a transaction, aside from a hidden cam, which is risky enough, and I have to assume that I am being videoed, at least at some point, and so is she.

But, in reality, cameras always have existed, as the fellow old-timers surely remember the vastly popular show, “Candid Camera.”

Sex is one of the simplest of all acts, not far behind: breathing, eating, drinking and using the toilet. Why should I document my illegality with a trail of data to bite me in the ass later.

In New York, most of Flushing honors ”Your Father’s Mongering Traditions,” a little spare cash and a more than adequate romp with a more than adequate girl.

Anything else, i.e revealing your identity and an enormous load of cash, is shunned by this old-timer.

In other countries where I monger, you must use your phone to authenticate the QR code before entering some AMP/brothels. I avoid such institutions.

But, alas, possibly time will catch up to this old time monger, and the protocol throughout will be a confirmed ID.

But, until then, I remain in the dark corners, alleys and shadows, where I remain just another john fulfilling a simple undocumented biological necessity.

You speak a lot of truth and wisdom.

Whenever I see old fashioned brothels in movies and TV shows (e.g. Westworld, the Knick, Boardwalk Empire) I think how cool that would be (even if some of it is glamourized beyond the reality of what they were like). Nice parlor, grab a drink (or more), ogle/chit chat the girls. Pick one. Head to a well appointed bedroom. Do your thing. Pay up. Leave. No sketchy buildings and elevators. No dark dingy hallways to a barely habitable apartment with nasty bathrooms. In my decades I have only been to one place that lives up to that tradition - a club called Babylon in Vienna. Nice mini night club with smoking hot mostly East European girls. For a modest entry fee you can hang out drink, eat and chat with the girls as long as you want. They were not at all pushy. When ready to take the plunge with a particular girl she’ll take you to a large, pretty lavish room with a private bathroom. Mine had an in-floor jacuzzi. For some reason I was taken by a 30-something over the young model types and boy did she rock my world - in the jacuzzi - including spontaneously swapping to Greek without any prompting or pre-arrangement. I think the whole 3-4 hour night cost maybe
$600 at the time. I was so blown away that I routed a trip to Europe through Vienna a few years later just to partake a second time. Did not disappoint. Young energetic blonde Ukrainian girl with perfect English. I have memories (once had a picture which I accidentally deleted) of her butt naked with my tie around her neck, prettying up her recently creamed face in the bathroom mirror. Again, just walked in with cash. No ID, no QR codes. Great times. Similar but lesser experiences in Barcelona and Cancun. Nothing even close in Puritanical USA.

I do empathize with your reluctance to partake in the increasingly high tech scheduled (not spontaneous) high end scene. I also assume I am being videoed in many of the shared apartments (and do remember Candid Camera). Disconcerting but assume since they don’t have my name they wouldn’t bother with me unless something happened (e.g. I had a heart attack, now that would be embarrassing!). Other than that I remain anonymous. Most of the high end Twitter girls now require personally identifying info but a lot don’t. They accept P411/board handles and references. I am fortunate to have a couple of established regulars who I locked into years while staying anonymous. I also realize that Bitcoin is not 100% anonymous but it’s pretty close if you spread out your wallets and use other tools to monitor privacy. It is super convenient to not have to carry cash. I actually convinced and showed one of my regulars how to start taking it. They like it because they can request deposits and know they won’t get stiffed. FYI the other payment methods (eg PayPal, Venmo and CashApp) are NOT at all anonymous. People think CashApp is. It is not. Just ask current FL congressman and likely future inmate Matt Goetz.

Happy mongering.

 

[genius]

WARNING: Old(ish) Man Rant Below:

Boy has it become a serious pain in the ass being a monger in this city. I feel bad for the young horny guys who don’t know any better - overpaying for low end mongering, giving up their privacy and just having to work to way too hard at something that used be so easy even without cell phones much less the internet......

WADR, have you been to Main and 40th rd, or Roosey across from Macy's in Flushing? Or perhaps anywhere on Roosey J. H. from upper 90's to 70's, 24-7?

They are returning to the good old days of the 2nd half of the 2010's.

Be aware that people's memory tend to have some very selective filters, filtering out the bad and over-embellishing the good. Sometimes the good old days weren't nearly as good as the good old days.

 

[sakatz]

An excellent compare/contrast with New York forty years ago.

I also moved here in the 80s. The thing I miss most are the non-Asian massage parlors and brothels (not that I don't appreciate the Asian outfits). New York Magazine had an excellent and mostly upscale "adult services" ad section where you could find indies and smaller operations. The Village Voice also had a great ad section, especially for escort agencies, as did Screw Magazine--although you had to be careful with Screw. Alas, all of those resources have been purged by the Puritans and, to my mind, the internet just doesn't quite measure up.

I also loved xxxxccxxx in the early part of this century. It was like the Wild West--put a (free) posting up and you'd have a half dozen responses within the hour. Some amazing freelancers.

The ID screening and recommendation requirements is also unduly onerous for a hobby that is principally about discretion.

Finally, let me add my enduring love for the Harmony. It was the sexiest, dirtiest place on earth. It opened at noon and closed at midnight and for $10--later $20--you could stay there the whole time and experience the best strippers and lap dancers in the history of the form. There will never be anything like it again.

 

[billyS]

An excellent compare/contrast with New York forty years ago.

I also moved here in the 80s. The thing I miss most are the non-Asian massage parlors and brothels (not that I don't appreciate the Asian outfits). New York Magazine had an excellent and mostly upscale "adult services" ad section where you could find indies and smaller operations. The Village Voice also had a great ad section, especially for escort agencies, as did Screw Magazine--although you had to be careful with Screw. Alas, all of those resources have been purged by the Puritans and, to my mind, the internet just doesn't quite measure up.

I also loved xxxxccxxx in the early part of this century. It was like the Wild West--put a (free) posting up and you'd have a half dozen responses within the hour. Some amazing freelancers.

The ID screening and recommendation requirements is also unduly onerous for a hobby that is principally about discretion.

Finally, let me add my enduring love for the Harmony. It was the sexiest, dirtiest place on earth. It opened at noon and closed at midnight and for $10--later $20--you could stay there the whole time and experience the best strippers and lap dancers in the history of the form. There will never be anything like it again.

Don't forget John's Action Guide. Pre internet I'd go to a Teamo a few towns over and in the back with the porn mags I'd find the latest copy.

That's actually how I found out about the Harmony, as well as a few other Manhattan brothels I visited pre Utopia Guide.

My first visit to the Harmony I remember I hung around for a second hj.

Screw Magazine is where a friend found my go to place in the early 80's, the brothel/fasthouse on Queens Blvd above the Great Bear.

 

[Lovecraft69]

I used to use the Village Voice back in the 90's to find some very nice brothels with women of all types of ethnicity. Some hidden in very nice neighborhoods. Also, you could use the yellow pages of the phone book with pages and pages of escort services. Call one up, get a reasonable description of girls available and have one at your apartment within an hour usually for between two and three hundred dollars. There was even one place that I used frequently and they changed their name and raised their rates, but if I called and told them I was a client of the old name, they'd give me the original rate. Good times!

 

[mugi]

Don't forget John's Action Guide. Pre internet I'd go to a Teamo a few towns over and in the back with the porn mags I'd find the latest copy.

That's actually how I found out about the Harmony, as well as a few other Manhattan brothels I visited pre Utopia Guide.

My first visit to the Harmony I remember I hung around for a second hj.

Screw Magazine is where a friend found my go to place in the early 80's, the brothel/fasthouse on Queens Blvd above the Great Bear.

I used to buy my: John’s Action Guide, Screw Magazine, New York Sex Guide, glossy porn magazines, breath mints, coffee, roll and butter, at Teamo’s on Northern Boulevard in Bayside.

Coincidentally, drove by there last week and they were shut down.

Also used to pick up a free copy of the Queens Tribune from their many bins located all along the streets of Queens, inside Citibank banking centers, (one-stop shopping, pick up the Queens Tribune, mongering cash, make my calls in the parking lot) or go to the Tribune’s offices on Horace Harding Expressway in Flushing. Their back pages were dedicated to the Flushing scene.

Those were just simpler times, going mongering locally on a wing and a prayer.

Really, what’s not to like? No pretense of premium service at inflated prices.

Similar to so-called fast-food establishments. Maybe, avoiding White Castle. But, there are plenty of fast-food joints like Chipotle and many others serving up very respectable dishes at fair prices.

 

[Bricktop]

I used to buy my: John’s Action Guide, Screw Magazine, New York Sex Guide, glossy porn magazines, breath mints, coffee, roll and butter, at Teamo’s on Northern Boulevard in Bayside.

Coincidentally, drove by there last week and they were shut down.

Also used to pick up a free copy of the Queens Tribune from their many bins located all along the streets of Queens, inside Citibank banking centers, (one-stop shopping, pick up the Queens Tribune, mongering cash, make my calls in the parking lot) or go to the Tribune’s offices on Horace Harding Expressway in Flushing. Their back pages were dedicated to the Flushing scene.

Those were just simpler times, going mongering locally on a wing and a prayer.

Really, what’s not to like? No pretense of premium service at inflated prices.

Similar to so-called fast-food establishments. Maybe, avoiding White Castle. But, there are plenty of fast-food joints like Chipotle and many others serving up very respectable dishes at fair prices.

What you got against White Castle

 

[bmpro40]

I used to use the Village Voice back in the 90's to find some very nice brothels with women of all types of ethnicity. Some hidden in very nice neighborhoods. Also, you could use the yellow pages of the phone book with pages and pages of escort services. Call one up, get a reasonable description of girls available and have one at your apartment within an hour usually for between two and three hundred dollars. There was even one place that I used frequently and they changed their name and raised their rates, but if I called and told them I was a client of the old name, they'd give me the original rate. Good times!

Ah, the Yellow Pages (what’s that says a millennial). Did that too, as well as VV and NYmag. Lots of options. Pretty efficient. Never got stuck with a bait and switch. No IDs or other silliness.

 

[bmpro40]

WADR, have you been to Main and 40th rd, or Roosey across from Macy's in Flushing? Or perhaps anywhere on Roosey J. H. from upper 90's to 70's, 24-7?

They are returning to the good old days of the 2nd half of the 2010's.

Be aware that people's memory tend to have some very selective filters, filtering out the bad and over-embellishing the good. Sometimes the good old days weren't nearly as good as the good old days.

Thanks. Hadn’t thought of trekking to Flushing. Just read recent posts on the thread. Sounds like plenty of no questions asked action at bargain prices. Sadly with LE active and ubiquitous video cameras and license plate readers don’t think risk v. reward works for me. That’s not to say I have not picked up a SW or two (Boston and SF but not NYC) back in the day but it’s been a LONG time and don’t think I have the stomach for it. Lol.

 

[sakatz]

My favorite place in the 80s/90s--and the subject of my first post on UG maybe 20 years ago--was called Rebecca's. It advertised on New York Magazine and was originally near Grammercy Park, then moved to West 57th, then moved to East 30s. Usually three European women providing a nice massage followed by GFE (before they called it that). I have a funny memory of extra ladies, usually MILFs, working there around Christmas and I always assumed they were housewives trying to make some extra money for the holidays. My ATF was Samantha--pretty, blonde, Dutch, I think she was a RN in civilian life--she was crazy sexy. Even now, thirty years on, I get excited thinking about her.

 

[justme]

Don't forget John's Action Guide.

I can't believe it took almost a quarter century for me to find out that MadChaos stole the name for his website. I guess homage if you're charitable.

The Village Voice might have survived NYC puritans. But when they went national, their days were numbered.

 

[trader1]

One of my favorites was the Madison Club on 40th?.. Walk up bar, lounge, large screen, cigar room, showers etc. a dozen or so private rooms…Ah…The good ole days…

 

[mugi]

What you got against White Castle

And, I swear to God, as I wrote that, I knew that was coming back to haunt me. I just didn’t know which one of you fancy diners would be offended.