Underneath the Gowanus Expressway, in an area generously included in Sunset Park but really not much more than a detritus-strewn, completely forgotten, and rarely traversed stretch of 3rd Avenue, sit a curious collection of shops, glass windows and brick walls routinely rattled as wheelers hurtle by just 10 feet above. Along on a stretch between 39th and 24th Streets, there are eight of these shops, a rate of nearly one per block. They're sex shops, like the ones you could once find in Times Square. The kind that advertise private viewing booths for when the laptop is busted and the WiFi is out and the lock on your bedroom is broken and the bathroom is in use and your imagination is unable to conjure up anything and… you get what I'm getting at. More importantly, how do these places, with a clearly dying business model, sustain themselves?

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You stumble out of bed, grab your liquid of choice, and gather around the living room to replay and remind yourself of the events of last night. You laugh, you cringe and you share the highest of highs…and the rock-bottom lowest of lows. Is it so wrong if we have sex here? Where am I?


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I am wondering about something they do with their friends. The boys take showers in large groups. When they come in from running or sports, or if a group is spending the night, they shower in groups of two, three or four. It's not like we have a huge shower -- it's normal size.
John over a year ago. Guest over a year ago. CODY over a year ago.