Months after my [first strip club experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9zd55d/mfstripclubvirgin_an_ode_to_the_first_lapdance/), I was happy, horny, and full of no saving grace. The experience was visceral and the feeling of contact between another human being was something I longed to experience. Those were the first boobs in my post-pubescence to frame my vision, but they would not be the last, and I needed to see something beyond.
The thrill and excitement to explore the seedy side of history and human sexuality took hold of me. Curiosity grabbed my hand, and led me to a past of flappers, floozies, and the tease of breaking prude laws of an Al Capone era style, prohibition tale. I came across in my studies of something naughty, the era of the peepshow. It was a remnant of a darker time in history, where streetwalkers roamed the streets, hustlers and pimps paraded up and down a neon 42nd Street getting their scores. In billboards gone, the words “live nude girls” and “xxx” and “adult theatre” in pulsing neon tubes would flash back and forth, with a the shape of a tantalizing woman, who would kick her legs up and bring them down again.