Live Acts
I regularly travel to a European city on business trips. I always stay at the same hotel, just a couple of streets away from the city’s red light district. In the sex shop and brothel lined streets there’s one destination I head for – that famous, or perhaps more correctly infamous, club. “STRIPTEASE! LIVE ACTS! GIRLS!” Reads the flickering neon sign above the doorway. The entrance corridor is lined with pictures of nude or all but nude women in raunchy poses. At its end a microskirted girl...