NYC Ain’t Your Father’s Monger Town Anymore
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Yeah, and don’t forget “The New York Press,” in the late nineties competing with The Village Voice for those gal ads.
And, the sex ad floodgates blasted wide open when Craigslist offered the ability to offer sex ads, free of charge, almost instantly. At that point in time, around 2004, the number of girls advertising was mind-blowing because a girl not in the business, really, but needed fast money while boyfriend was away, posted for a few minutes, gathered clients, and then retracted the ad.
There were hundreds of freelance girls then available in their apartments far below market prices.
But, I pray to the “Gods of Prostitution,” and they do exist in some cultures, that the Jackson Heights-Roosevelt-Flushing scene be preserved in its present format. Because, it is the last bastion of “The GOOD Ole’ Days” in this area, and quite frankly in any other area.
And, the sex ad floodgates blasted wide open when Craigslist offered the ability to offer sex ads, free of charge, almost instantly. At that point in time, around 2004, the number of girls advertising was mind-blowing because a girl not in the business, really, but needed fast money while boyfriend was away, posted for a few minutes, gathered clients, and then retracted the ad.
There were hundreds of freelance girls then available in their apartments far below market prices.
But, I pray to the “Gods of Prostitution,” and they do exist in some cultures, that the Jackson Heights-Roosevelt-Flushing scene be preserved in its present format. Because, it is the last bastion of “The GOOD Ole’ Days” in this area, and quite frankly in any other area.
Thanks for taking me back to those earlier days. I’ll never forget heading to the big city from Queens in my teens and walking past one of those theaters and instantly having a gorgeous girl on you doing whatever you wanted! Times sure have changed and I could mention all the spots I miss, but Korea town was special as well. $200 for some of the most attractive Asian woman I had ever seen, some were really top shelf for bargain prices. I agree they make you jump for hoops like never before it’s just not worth it.
The Harmony had a folding metal sign it would put on the sidewalk in front of the door. It's possible that location was some kind of theater before the Harmony moved in--there was a stage with a proscenium arch on the main floor which the owner of the Harmony obviously didn't erect since it was unlit and the dancers never used it.
I was thinking about this plastic mongering society that we live in today, when compared to our forefathers’ natural and wholesome and holistic mongering environment. And, it is nothing less than a travesty.
Now, we choose from embellished data profiles, and enhanced digital images off of a smartphone.
What monger worth his salt would prefer this present state-of-the-art environment
over our noble forefathers’ mongering activity of visiting the open red light districts of yesteryear.
In those traditional settings, a monger is able to be up close and interact with all the ladies of the night, who put time and attention into their appearances, adorning themselves specifically to garner and vie for your attention and approval.
The energy, magnetism, and pageantry creates a true satisfying organic experience from start to finish.
it is like a chef in the old world, who would go to the open produce and wet markets, and shop leisurely, smelling, tasting, viewing all the ingredients, produce, spices, meats, poultry, fish and eggs, (and the analogy is very appropriate in comparison to ladies. who come in all shapes, sizes, tastes, textures and demeanors) and choosing the very best that matches his needs and budget to prepare the meal and eat it.
In some Asian markets, a pimp with a competing stable of fine prancing phillies will wait until the prescribed hour, when the local law enforcement, who is in their pocket, anyway, leaves after making their cursory scan of the known and busy red light district, finding not a trace of illegal activity.
Instantly, the door to the stable opens, and out gallops the pride of the orient, young, fresh, sassy, and confident, having spent the last two hours primping and putting the final touches on their appearances, both what you see and what you don’t see until you are united in the suite.
The face and hair glittered and tinted in different rainbow colors, manicured and tinselled finger and toe nails, cutely matched clothing and heels.
And, when secured for mounting privileges, oftentimes revealing an exquisitely groomed, tinted and manicured pussy, that a monger of any proper breeding, would never hastily attack and pound, without properly admiring her time and effort to make your Johnson’s visit memorable.
And all competing frantically for the privilege of sharing their ambiance with a lackluster common joe, sometimes unshaven
and unbathed after a 12 hour shift, but with the necessary capital to fund the event.
And, back in the early 80’s, way west on 42nd Street, the young streetwalkers, WOC, were damned good looking gals, lean and fit, and dressed so sexy in short-short skirts and short-short shorts, and in the winter, that unique technique of wearing a warm fur winter coat, with absolutely nothing underneath it, and just flash you as you drive by, to the point where the mere glory of her natural physique was so tantalizing, that your sense of duty to job and home were temporarily hijacked to the point where for $20, you just could not resist a good time for a good deal. Just had to be careful to hide your wallet, because many were out to roll you good.
Yeah, I do prefer the “Good ole’ Days.”
Now, we choose from embellished data profiles, and enhanced digital images off of a smartphone.
What monger worth his salt would prefer this present state-of-the-art environment
over our noble forefathers’ mongering activity of visiting the open red light districts of yesteryear.
In those traditional settings, a monger is able to be up close and interact with all the ladies of the night, who put time and attention into their appearances, adorning themselves specifically to garner and vie for your attention and approval.
The energy, magnetism, and pageantry creates a true satisfying organic experience from start to finish.
it is like a chef in the old world, who would go to the open produce and wet markets, and shop leisurely, smelling, tasting, viewing all the ingredients, produce, spices, meats, poultry, fish and eggs, (and the analogy is very appropriate in comparison to ladies. who come in all shapes, sizes, tastes, textures and demeanors) and choosing the very best that matches his needs and budget to prepare the meal and eat it.
In some Asian markets, a pimp with a competing stable of fine prancing phillies will wait until the prescribed hour, when the local law enforcement, who is in their pocket, anyway, leaves after making their cursory scan of the known and busy red light district, finding not a trace of illegal activity.
Instantly, the door to the stable opens, and out gallops the pride of the orient, young, fresh, sassy, and confident, having spent the last two hours primping and putting the final touches on their appearances, both what you see and what you don’t see until you are united in the suite.
The face and hair glittered and tinted in different rainbow colors, manicured and tinselled finger and toe nails, cutely matched clothing and heels.
And, when secured for mounting privileges, oftentimes revealing an exquisitely groomed, tinted and manicured pussy, that a monger of any proper breeding, would never hastily attack and pound, without properly admiring her time and effort to make your Johnson’s visit memorable.
And all competing frantically for the privilege of sharing their ambiance with a lackluster common joe, sometimes unshaven
and unbathed after a 12 hour shift, but with the necessary capital to fund the event.
And, back in the early 80’s, way west on 42nd Street, the young streetwalkers, WOC, were damned good looking gals, lean and fit, and dressed so sexy in short-short skirts and short-short shorts, and in the winter, that unique technique of wearing a warm fur winter coat, with absolutely nothing underneath it, and just flash you as you drive by, to the point where the mere glory of her natural physique was so tantalizing, that your sense of duty to job and home were temporarily hijacked to the point where for $20, you just could not resist a good time for a good deal. Just had to be careful to hide your wallet, because many were out to roll you good.
Yeah, I do prefer the “Good ole’ Days.”
I never cared for streetwalkers. What I loved, among other attractions, was the old escort services: pre-internet (no pictures) you would call, describe the type of lady you'd like to see and what you wanted them to wear, they would tell you who they had who fit the bill and an hour later a taxi would pull out and a pretty well-dressed lady would step out. I loved waiting at the window of my apartment for that moment--it was always a surprise, and usually a very pleasant one. I can count on one hand the number of bad experiences I had. I don't recall all the agencies I used, but I have fond memories of one called Bel Air.
That's exactly what I was talking about in my post above. I didn't have an apartment that looked out over the street, but I can't even describe how great that feeling was when there was a knock on the door, and I knew I was about to open it and see a beautiful woman whom I'd never seen before on the other side, and know that I was about to fuck her! Oh, so amazing, and almost never disappointed.
I even did it a number of times at my parent's house here on the island when they were out of town. I wouldn't look out the window, I would just wait for that moment to open the door!
Of course, even if that experience was still around, I wouldn't be able to do it now what with an SO and neighbors around. At my parent's house we didn't have across the street neighbors, and the neighbors to either side really didn't interact with us, so I had no worries of being discovered.
I even did it a number of times at my parent's house here on the island when they were out of town. I wouldn't look out the window, I would just wait for that moment to open the door!
Of course, even if that experience was still around, I wouldn't be able to do it now what with an SO and neighbors around. At my parent's house we didn't have across the street neighbors, and the neighbors to either side really didn't interact with us, so I had no worries of being discovered.
In the 80s/90s the block around the Plaza Hotel was a serious hooker stroll. Also the East 20s near Lexington. There was a lap dance place called the Pink Pussycat in that neighborhood--it wasn't bad, but small and crowded--that's where I first heard of the Harmony. The first time I went to the Harmony (on Church Street) it was dark as a cave and I freaked out and left. I tried it a few months later and learned you had to let your eyes adjust to the dark, which is kind of an incredible circumstance. The first time I went there I met an amazing dancer named Cricket (hard to forget that name)--tall, white, American, black hair--I think she tried to get me to take her home and pay her a couple thousand for the occasion. I was too ignorant of the etiquette of the place to agree or even to really understand and have regretted it ever since.
Later I met an Eastern European dancer named Taboo--tall, curly red hair, unbelievably beautiful body--who is the greatest erotic dancer I've ever met. I think back on her happily and always wish her well, wherever she turned up.
Later I met an Eastern European dancer named Taboo--tall, curly red hair, unbelievably beautiful body--who is the greatest erotic dancer I've ever met. I think back on her happily and always wish her well, wherever she turned up.