That depends. What “A” school did you attend?
It was supposed to be Memphis.
In Madison, Wisconsin there is a tavern that on the weekend serves up Smut and Eggs. Think it’s on Verona Road. The owner is a wing nut.
Back in 1970s Melbourne, Aus, there were about 4-5 Adult theaters (the Barrel, the Shaft, Star…and forget the rest). Anyway from about age 12, the goal of all boys was to sneak in and see a ‘porno’! The main reason being, you could brag to your mates afterwards. Generally, you made it in about age 16 or so - the ticket clerks just couldn’t be bothered having the arguments anymore (‘OK, I get it - you’re 22. Just give me the money’).
There were also some extremely dire strip-shows between the films while changing the reels.
The funny thing was - by the time you turned 18 and you could legally go in, you realised how depressing and sad the whole experience was, and never went again.
Another interesting thing was, for many years Australia had the ‘R’ rating for films (there was no ‘X’-rated content allowed at all). ‘R’ meant no one between the age of 6 and 17 was admitted. It led to a lot of jokes about baby-sitting etc. ‘Honey! I’m going to my sister’s. You’re on your own with the kids today’. ‘Ok, dear. I’ll take them to the pictures or something’.
heck the webcams are closing down all the clubs that aren’t fronts for prostitution drugs or gambling
although some of the more sedate sites where all nudity has to be “private” age getting killed by a certain “anything goes except underage (and that depends on locale of the cam) and animals” site
these days… just spend 19.99 for 500 “credits” and if she/he/they are tipped enough shell pick from a list of things ………
but the greatest one ive seen on a cam was this trio hot of girls decided to have a 45 minute “dpf” for 25 k credits with the bonus that if you gave over 1 k in tips you picked which one was going to receive…they got it in 5 hours while fulfilling other “requests” in the mean time … there were so many people in there they had 3 “mirrored” rooms and allegedly made 10 grand after the cam sites cut
No ripoff drink buying… No worrying about being seen in public or getting mugged and or busted or anything like that ……I can see some of the appeal
Its funny the last strip club I was in was a converted grocery store with blacked out windows in a shopping center in Anaheim …. You could still see the faded letters from the store on it and one of the waitresses and I joked about it because I remembered she worked at the store but all the businesses and other stores were still around it (although we were taking bets on how long the toy store was gonna still be there ) ….But it was a 3 drink min type of place at 5 bucks a coke ……… and everything was a set price …… the girls were nice but you could tell they’d rather be somewhere else ….
now near me theres snookys a dive bikini shack of a bar which has a rep for either being a girls first or last place to work at ….depending on her age its been closed for drugs and “Escorts” a few times ….
When my parents were living in southern Virginia there was a drive-in there that showed porn but I’m not sure whether it was soft or hard. It was named (no joke) The Twin Moons Drive-in and there was a plywood sight barrier on either side of your car. This was 40 years ago so it’s likely closed now.
Bettendorf, Iowa in the 80s (when I knew about it… it was built in the 50s) til the 2000s didn’t have but one No Tell Motel that showed porn in the rooms, sold sex toys in the office and you could rent by the hour/s or the day/s. I loved the corner room because in addition to being 3 rooms (one bedroom, one hottub room and a kitchen area) the bed was a huge octagonal waterbed.
The Mister and I went and spent a nice romp there just before it was torn down for the new bridge expansions. Ahh, the memories made that night… and the memories brought back. Bettendorf’s Traveler Motel closes its doors
For anything else you would have to go next door to Davenport, across the river to the Illinois Quad Cities, or head out into the sticks. You had the choice of “titty bars” where you bought expensive glasses of beer or full nudity with a cover charge and you brought your own beer. A couple Adult bookstores, soft core porn at the drive-in and red light districts.
Washington DC had it’s share of strip clubs, including “Good Guys” and Camelot as well as a couple of porn theaters and adult book/video stores.
Circa New Orleans 1977: Peep show booths that we would sneak into. Nobody cared. For a buck you could see a 3" vignette. Sign next to the screen, “Please no relieving yourself.”
Apparently there was one (a Playboy Club) about 2 miles from here, appropriately on Big Beaver and near exit 69 off the interstate. I only know about it from mentions on the interwebz tho. There was a Hooters near there about 10-15 years ago, they didn’t last long.
Back in the '70s, the Mallets Bay Drive-In, in Colchester, Vermont, showed hardcore movies.
My home town in New Jersey didn’t have much. The local movie never showed x-rated movies. In fact, it closed just about the time the MPAA rating system came out, so I’m not sure it even showed anything rated “M” (later “PG”).
The newsstands sold men’s magazines, of course, Playboy and Penthouse and harder stuff. That was probably as raunchy as the town got.
I was very surprised when, at the time I was in grad school, someone took me to one of the bars and it had a nude bartender. Another bar on the outskirts advertised “Go Go Dancers”, but I never went in to see how far down they stripped. My guess would be topless with a G-string.
If you went out of town on the big drags, though, there were stripper joints and “adult” stores. But you had to go out of town for that.
I grew up in an extremely conservative small city in southeastern Wisconsin.
In the mid-70’s a “dirty book store” (per my Ma) named Exotic World News opened up right on Main Street in the downtown area.
Even by todays standards it was a very inappropriate place for that store to be located. It was next door to a candy store and a knick-knack shop and across the street from the Schultz Brothers dime store and the only movie theater in town. Plus lots of restaurants and clothing stores up and down the street. The downtown area was a very family oriented area.
I don’t recall there being any protests or arrests or anything. But the store didn’t last very long. Nobody had the nerve to go into it. (I tried but was only a teenager and got tossed out! 
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Hmmm, if I’m reading that right, then you were probably stationed somewhere around Point Loma, which would mean the clubs were probably Les Girls and The Body Shop somewhere around Midway and Rosecrans (maybe Kurtz & Hancock?) by the Sports Arena. I took my friend to The Body Shop the night before his wedding and got him a special photo session with one of the dancers. I don’t recall whether or not alcohol was served there.
Downtown San Diego had the Stingaree area for many years. It was basically an Asian enclave with seedy bars, Asian shops with imported trinkets and stuff, a couple strip clubs, and a tuna canning plant. And there was also the PussyCat theater on 6th and D (?) that showed XXX movies and advertised in a little corner of the Movies page of the Entertainment section of the San Diego Untion/Tribune. I remember checking the listings all through high school. But, by the time I graduated, VCR’s had been around for a while and it was more appealing to buy or rent a tape than to drive downtown and sit with a bunch of strangers (and PeeWee Herman hadn’t even gotten busted yet…).
The Stingaree faded as the Asian population dispersed and much of that area became just shops and bars and Adult Bookstores. They called it the Gaslamp Quarter back around the time when I was just out of high school, based on the style of lighting fixtures lining the streets. I used to go downtown around C through G streets with a chain and a belt buckle loaded with throwing stars, just looking for trouble to get into. After I turned eighteen I would occasionally step into the bookstores that were open at night; they were eventually replaced, one by one, with regular shops as the area tried to improve its image. Now the shops are interspersed with a lot of up-scale bars catering to the college and urban professional crowds – and visitors, of course.
Eventually I graduated college, went to Japan, came back, went to Ohio, and came back again. Surprisingly, I got a job working downtown and used the (relatively new at the time) trolley to get to work on C street. It would drop me off right in front of what was once the first Guitar Center in San Diego – which I used to frequent during daylight hours in the 1980’s – and I would go up to the top of the building for work. By then the only hold-out was the original F-Street bookstore on 4th and F streets. That had become a well-known and relatively respectable operation with franchises scattered around San Diego county. Meanwhile, the PussyCat started showing regular movies (Oh, what a scandal!) and eventually closed down. By the turn of the century, I think it had become a Hustler store with DVD’s and adult novelties. Since that was a nationwide chain, it might have pushed the F-street family out of business.
–G!
Those were the clubs, sho ‘nuff, but I was actually “stationed,” such as it was, at the NTC across the bridge from RTC from mid-April until early September, completing the self-paced Basic Electronics and Electricity course. I finished by late June, IIRC, then spent a boring summer waiting around for orders to ET “A” school in Great Lakes. I don’t even remember how I passed the time, except that practically every weekend, I’d take a Greyhound bus up to the South Bay to visit the future kaylasmom.