Great place to unload

The Carnival Book Store. It’s a name that sounds harmless enough—maybe even a little quaint, like some quirky little shop where you’d find dusty old novels and overpriced coffee. But let me tell you, this place is not that. Not even close. If you’re looking for a shabby, creepy, and downright naughty experience, well, you’ve found the right spot.

The building itself looks like it’s been held together with duct tape and desperation. Don’t let the recent paint upgrade and rearrangement of the furniture fool you into thinking this is an upscale establishment. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale mustiness and something else—something primal. It’s the kind of place where you half expect to see a rat scurry across the floor, but honestly, you’re too distracted to notice.

The main room to the right is the store with all the porn and sex toys anyone could ever want. The other end to the left is lined with booths, each one separated by thin walls and a heavy curtain across the front door/window. Inside each booth is a woman, visible through the glass window when she is available. They’re mostly black or white, and let’s be real—they’re not all supermodels. But there’s something raw and real about them, something that makes you stop and look twice. You get the feeling that these women know what they’re doing, and they’re not here to waste your time. Many of them are nude or bery nearly so - no time wasted wondering what they’re working with.