Here's a little blast from San Francisco's torrid past, circa 1980.
Open 7 days a week, 24 hours a day (god, I hope they let the girls go home sometimes) at 90 Turk Street was a combo live peep/live dance/XXX movie sales den of iniquity named, appropriately, THE FILM DEN.
For one token, which cost you a buck, you could watch in a small room, as they talked dirty to you on a phone. Or, if fucky-talk wasn't your bag, you could watch the lusty ladies nude go-go dance for you.
The Film Den proudly boasted in its advertising that it had, on staff, women from the various ethnic backgrounds that corresponded with their customer base.
I like the big pink rule board you were expected to read before you entered the booth. I notice it's pretty scuffed up too. This shit-pit seems like it was really dank and filthy.
Whole lotta wood panelling too.
Here's what you could expect for your go-go dance.
"WORK IT. WORK IT. Make love to the camera, honey!"
You can almost smell this place, can't you? Smells faintly like sweat and mold.
And here we are, finally, in the dirty-talk room. I guess this was where you would go and say stuff that you wanted to say to a woman, but that you wouldn't DARE say to your wife. Because, you know, dudes were repressed and guilty about their sexuality and stuff.
I looked up the address on google maps, and what do you know -- there is still a strip club occupying the location of the Ol' Film Den, but now it's called The San Francisco Dollhouse. It may or may not be closed down now, by the looks of it, but can one of my readers go down there and check it out? I'm curious if they still have the same shitty wood panel furnishings.
Found these in the Nov. 1980 issue of CHERI magazine, by the way. Photographer is uncredited. Subjects are uncredited.
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Jesus wept...
You know, for kids.
