As I descended to the lobby, the smell of cleaning fluid wafted up. There was a framed poster on the wall: No words were spoken; no words are needed in a place like this. I did a circuit, sticking my head in a small locker room and nodding to the older man from the Citi Bikes. What Do You Think?
I did a circuit, sticking my head in a small locker room and nodding to the older man from the Citi Bikes.
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In any case I will be subscribing to your feed and I hope you write again very soon! I know this place well. As I descended to the lobby, the smell of cleaning fluid wafted up. By the time Ewalt came along, these Times Square theaters were already pretty run down — mold on the walls, water in the basement — but they retained a certain voyeuristic appeal, and men came to trawl for sex, watch drag queens like Chi Chi LaRue, or, like Ewalt himself, revel in the subversive thrill of it all. Courtesy of Queer Music Heritage. June 27, By Lance Richardson. As I pushed through the turnstile to exit the theater, the man at the box office banged on his glass window.