OLd Times Square in Brooklawn

I had some errands to run in NJ, so I decided I'd swing by. The joint is a the top of a hill on US130. the sign is easy to miss among all the other usual US130 roadside clutter. The building is a gray stucco blocky thing with no windows. The parking lot, which is next to the store, is asphalt trying to turn itself into gravel. The door is on the parking lot side -- a glass door papered over with enticements. You enter into an old school adult book/video store. It's been spruced up recently, not nearly as vile as it used to be. The store sells the usual assortment of DVDs (who watches those now?) and "adulty novelty" items. To the left is an aisle leading to a dark, cavy area with a neon sign on the wall reading "Girls Girls Girls."

The first time I arrived, at about 4:30 PM, a gorgeous, slim black girl in a tight black dress was walking out. Sigh. I went back to the cave. For noobs, the basic set up is a row of booths, with curtained windows. If there's an unoccupied girl, the curtain is open and she'll be sitting there trying to catch your eye. If the girl is busy or there's nobody there, the windows closed. Some of the booths have name plates. The names stay the same, the girls change. If you see a girl you like, you walk around behind the row of booths, where there is a row of corresponding stalls, with doors. You go into those. There's a frosted glass between your stall and the girls booth. You put a dollar into the machine, the glass runs clear, and you talk to the girl over a red, old style phone handset -- basically to ask for a private show. If you ever wanted to know what Times Sq. was like before Giuliani Disneyified it, this is your place.

On my first visit, there were two voluminous black girls, one of whom was cute but neither of whom was doing it for me. I left to go run my errands. There were two guys having an intense conversation in a car in the parking lot. Not my business. I drove away.