In late summer of 1978, deep in the meat-packing district of lower Manhattan, in an abandoned subway station beneath the screech and bustle of 10th Ave Traffic, an old concept was given a new twist that would have made the Marquis De Sade himself exult. Sir Frank's idea was to provide people with a venue in which to express their more esoteric desires in public, an emporium of fetishes explored and fantasies realized. It proved an ideal location. Though anything but first class, the stale air, wet floors, poor lighting and damp, dirty, dungeon-like atmosphere attracted the crowds. We make no representation as to the rights of any individual to reprint from our website and its products.
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