Cue ‘Three’s Company’ theme; “Knock on our door”…….
Follow up to Alison’s cryptic comment 2 posts ago……….
Yes, dear reader, Alison was referring to this wonderful structure 2 blocks from the school:
I was dubious. “Now how the hell do you know that??”
She tolerates me, her naive fool, tolerated cuz he kissed good. “When you see a lot of braless young women standing around in hot pants, four inch heels, and too much makeup, you get the idea.”
“Do your parents know about this?”
“Yeah.” A shrug. “They have enough on their minds. If the cops don’t know by now, they’re getting paid off or getting freebies.”
You must realize that when you’re mutating into a teenage boy, hookers were a giggle. The whorehouse in the city was at 7th and Franklin (just next to the train station–draw your own conclusions). So, lots of snickering about ‘going to 7th and Franklin’ to do who-knows-what.
The idea of having sex and all you had to do was pay–no sucking up to a snotty girl. Eureka!
And there were always songs that made light of hookers, like Elton’s ‘Island Girl’, Labelle’s “Lady Marmalade,” and this Philly favorite:
But of course, as time went on, the place got busted a lot and the motel itself was falling into disrepair. So gritty reality was more like this:
Finally, the busts and health department warnings forced the owners to sell, and that blue pyramid was ripped down over 20 years ago. I still wonder if the clueless Foon ever knew there were whores 2 blocks from his school.