If I was the proprietor of that particular Times Square Flash Dancers’ emporium, I would be on the horn with Clear Channel faster than you can say “Cimex lectularius” to get the big honking creeper down from RIGHT OVER MY ENTRANCE. Jesus. Putting parasites into the minds of horny gentlemen about to come very close to vaginas will definitely kill the mood. |Photo: wirehead2501|
The bouncer at that establishment is called Johnny Midtown. True Story.
They get on the intercom and say "Johnny Midtown your needed at the reception desk. Johnny Midtown to the front." That'll get the boys back in the mood.