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[Indplsgent4fu]

http://www.theindychannel.com/news/c...r-fashion-mall

And on chanel 8 they state that another lady was an informant

[Scott4020]

Was after the Soviet Union broke up, I used to go to Israel two or three times a year on business and the place was flooded with Russian girls who had immigrated. You could make a phone call and have a supper model at your hotel for a hundred dollars. Most didn't speak English but they new their job. Thanks for the old world sex guide.

[Bfeguy]

Those were the places that opened

When Indy closed everything down. One by Galyans, another down the street. One across the street from the old dinner and two down the street from it. The one I remember the most was the former model home. Nice place and hot chicks. Not AMP chicks, American chicks. The place in the old motel down the street from the dinner was where I got my first black ass! Clermont had one or two in a strip center and one across the street and down a bit from the entrance to Raceway Park. Those were great days.

Man, I thought I was the only old fucker that would remember those places.

Thosewere the good old days for sure.

[West Central]

It's sort of a 50/50 proposition for me, the old days and nowadays. The great things about back then were the general "who cares" attitude, where it wasn't such a big deal to be or see a prostitute (I even knew a few cops who wouldn't visit during business, but were parked around back after hours). It wasn't such a big deal to get busted, your face on a website, your criminal records available to anyone who can Google. Sure, marriages were broken up, and people could find out information, but shaming a john wasn't the stated goal of an entire law enforcement division. The biggest difference for me was takeout at the clubs, whether SC or "singles bars" or nightclubs, maybe because I was a lot younger but you could walk out of most strip bars with a girl after brief negotiations with the manager, and most of the girls were realistic about why they were there. None of this "exotic dancer / college student" crap, they knew getting naked and rubbing your package was only step one. And no cameras, no digital record following you around everywhere you went. And it seemed like they all put out, none of this messing around hoping to get a HE, you just did, or more likely you got the full treatment.

Nowadays there are advantages too. The selection is enormous. The girls are better looking, on average. The prices are high, but considering inflation, it's actually lower than 20 or 30 years ago. $20 in 1980 is about $60 today. There's also more of a "class system", where we've got our streetwalkers, lot lizards, MP, strippers, independent escorts, and agency girls. Before, it was not as clearly defined, and you pretty much just took whoever you got. The biggest advantage today? Message boards like USASG, and review sites like those we can't mention here. They have their weaknesses, but in the old days it was all down to your buddy telling you "hey I went to the parlor yesterday and there's a hot new girl working". Now, you can find out that information anywhere in the world, get dissenting opinions, and multiple reviews.

Communication is a double-edged sword. It's great to be able to call a girl and confirm an appt on your way there. Text is awesome when you're in company and couldn't possibly talk to a provider on the phone. But I wish the damned things had never been invented, personally.

And the phone book escort agencies? I hope they all burn in hell.

[B Beall]

Clermont had one or two in a strip center.

Went to one in the strip mall twice. Tiny, airless rooms with a plank bed. One girl working each time. The first was a pretty Japanese with next to no English. Said she liked working there, and not the place next door, because in the other "Not making love". The second was a model-stunning African-American. Maybe they didn't let non-Caucasians in the big house. Sweat-drenched sex each time, bouncing off the walls, both totally into it, no attention to the clock at all. Head and shoulders above anything I'd experienced in a commercial operation. Went back like two weeks later and it was closed.

[Stnick62]

Count me as another one who's mongering career started out there. Man THOSE were the good ole days! I remember 4 parlors within one block out on west US40 and 2-3 more in Clermont. You could walk into any one of those places and the available gals were right there in front of you sitting around in some kind of skimpy attire. You knew what you were getting, no fake pics, photoshop etc. And session prices were posted in plain view, no bartering for a lower rate. I seem to remember a 30 min session was $20 at all of them. Services were very reasonable as well. A blow could be had for about the same rate as the session and FS about double that. But the best thing about those gals was that they were enthusiastic and quality providers. Not one time did I ever leave any of them thinking I had gotten gyped. Those gals gave a PSE way before there even was such a term. I would still be visiting them if they were still there.

I can't agree that things are better nowadys. Not even close in my opinion. Costs are outrageous, then there's the ones that upsell, the ones that are just awful providers, the one that make but don't keep appts. Etc. Etc.

Those were the places that opened when Indy closed everything down. One by Galyans, another down the street. One across the street from the old dinner and two down the street from it. The one I remember the most was the former model home. Nice place and hot chicks. Not AMP chicks, American chicks. The place in the old motel down the street from the dinner was where I got my first black ass! Clermont had one or two in a strip center and one across the street and down a bit from the entrance to Raceway Park. Those were great days.

[WheresMary]

I'm not sure, I think it was about 10 years ago. The old lady was out of town. I got a little drunk and called an "escort service". Not sure if I got the number from Nuvo classified or the yellow pages. I was told it would be $100 and they would send "her" (they used to describe them, no photos) right out. She wasn't much to look at, but I just wanted off, so I handed her $100. She said to take my clothes off which I did. Then she said ok, jack off. I said I needed her to take her clothes off. She said that will be $1500. I put my clothes back on and thanked God I was only out $100. That was the last time I ever called an "escort service" from the classifieds. It was soon thereafter I discovered Hot Friends. $350 for 2 hours of GFE!

[B Beall]

I mean unless your talking about matteral things like cell phones, enet and such. But the hobbie was way better back in the day. Only thing you had to worry about catching was fixed by a shot in the ass. And its never going to be like it was about 10-11 years ago in Louisville, Preston hwy was like a candy store.

Give me the ol days. Better cars too.

Oh, I'll definitely take metal and analogue over plastic and digital 9 times out of 10. Steel bicycles. Tube amplifiers. I suppose I prefer modern photography and film for convenience and preservation, but the idea of a phone that follows me around isn't progress, it's the vile amusement of a trickster god.

And maybe your good old days were gooder and not so old as mine. (Ten years ago to me is like last night's dinner. Though I don't actually remember last night's dinner.) The internet was a godsend. Pictures! Menus! GFE! Had some great times in the old days, too, but it was all pot luck.

And there was a code of professional standoffishness, too. Not everywhere, but standard, in my experience. No kissing. The first post I ever read on what became this board (and was then the BBS-looking Another Forum) was entitled "I made a hooker come!" The personal wasn't shared. I think I'd accomplished that twice at that point, both times with a chemical assist. Today I'm partly deaf in one ear from a certain raven-haired beauty who shared everything. Wholeheartedly. And repaid tenfold.

[Chelli4me]

Count me as another one who's mongering career started out there. Man THOSE were the good ole days! I remember 4 parlors within one block out on west US40 and 2-3 more in Clermont. You could walk into any one of those places and the available gals were right there in front of you sitting around in some kind of skimpy attire. You knew what you were getting, no fake pics, photoshop etc. And session prices were posted in plain view, no bartering for a lower rate. I seem to remember a 30 min session was $20 at all of them. Services were very reasonable as well. A blow could be had for about the same rate as the session and FS about double that. But the best thing about those gals was that they were enthusiastic and quality providers. Not one time did I ever leave any of them thinking I had gotten gyped. Those gals gave a PSE way before there even was such a term. I would still be visiting them if they were still there.

I can't agree that things are better nowadys. Not even close in my opinion. Costs are outrageous, then there's the ones that upsell, the ones that are just awful providers, the one that make but don't keep appts. Etc. Etc.

[London W2]

Is there anyone here who didn't start their career at the Hendricks County Line? We all probably squeezed past each other through so many doorways there are still splinters in our Levi's.

Not me. My hobby career was launched at the original Mustang Ranch (may it rest in peace)!

[Member #6999]

Any of you youngsters out there feeling left out should know that things are way, way better nowadays.

I mean unless your talking about matteral things like cell phones, enet and such. But the hobbie was way better back in the day. Only thing you had to worry about catching was fixed by a shot in the ass. And its never going to be like it was about 10-11 years ago in Louisville, Preston hwy was like a candy store.

Give me the ol days. Better cars too.

[B Beall]

Any of you youngsters out there feeling left out should know that things are way, way better nowadays.

[Cooter Jones]

Keep 'them coming.

I went to my first house of ill repukes in 1980. It was called the Scorpion in Fort Wayne, a kinda half a biker bar half a strip club. Handies and hummers were available for the asking. I was 17 and looked 12. I went with my buddy and got served, with no I'd and no questions. In the back they showed these nasty super 8 flicks like straight out of the George C. Scott movie Hardcore. Up front there was this big homely naked girl rolling around on stage. Three Japanese business guys were sitting at the rail, making excited Japanese sounds and thrusting dollar bills at her. She responded by buffing their heads with her ample ass. Me and my friend sat back watching and laughing until I almost pissed myself.

Nowadays, the hobby is something I just do occasionally, the cherry on my ice cream for being a good boy. Mostly I work my ass off, take care of my family and employees, pay a load of taxes, and get older. Why the fuck I shouldn't be allowed to smoke a bowl a give a young honey a few dollars to ride my knob from time to time?

[Ilapp]

The block north of the Town & Country on Keystone. Bookstore, strip club, and massage parlor, all in the same building, I think? I was a good Christian lad who stopped in the former to buy some marital aids, came back out to the car, and was about to back out when in the rearview mirror I saw the side door open. That was where the parlor was. Out walked a woman, not too tall, in a long white dress that was practically transparent. Slit up the side. She was obviously innocent of underthings. There was either a lighted sign or a security lamp there, and she arched her back against the brick wall, raised her arms, and stretched. That was all it took. I've been lost at sea ever since.

Absolutely true story, except for the religious overtones.

The entrance for that part was around to the southside of the building, the drive home from Dave's Doll House, the original two story Harem House, Diamond's and 38th St. Bar, all led past the ones by Sherman, and Emerson, the one right off Mass Ave, the one next to the tracks almost just across the street from the Fairgrounds. I used to pull into all the little strip centers along 38th just to see if there was one I didn't know about, in those pre Nuvo, pre-internet advertising days.

[Member #6999]

Although I hit that stretch often, prior to that my formative years were spent on Keystone north of 38th and at a few places on 38th between Shadeland and Keystone if my failing memory serves me correct.

Was a place by the track. We used to get in line to park in the infield, back in the day before the bleachers. Anyone remember the snake pit at the first turn? (not the name of the parlor btw)

Anyway I was 22 years old and drunk, knocked on the door and a big titted black girl answerd. She took me to the room and had her way with me all for 25 bucks! That was alot of money for me to spend for somthing I could get free at a bar just by looking at a girl. LOL, like I said many many moons ago, the 6 pk abs and pony tail have gone with the wind.