The Time: 1.30 pm, Thursday 19th July
The Place: Central Station Pub, Wharfdale St, N1, (stone's throw from the actual King's Cross mainline station).
Very much a mixed bag, as other reviewers have stated - either profoundly dispiriting or a sleaze fest of dark depravity, depending on one's tastes and sensibilities. Saying all that, just for the sheer other worldly experience alone - the only thing which came close to this was the notorious Paradise Spa formerly of Dagenham - the intrepid flaneur of the back streets and hidden alleys of London should have a taste of it. A dirty Dickensian glimpse into the 'London nobody knows'. A real eye opener.
A normal, respectable, nay even trendy pub on the upstairs hides a dark hidden secret in the cellar, £70 payment to the goblin at the desk is surety for this Hades of the 21st century. The woman range from all shapes and sizes, some grotesquely fat, ages - verging on the haggard - and some even of stunning beauty. And, there are an awful lot of women. The only trouble is most don't do anything, that is except sitting at their tables talking to each, often in sharp, grating staccato Portuguese. Occasionally there were glimpses of 'sexual activity' going on - usually involving one of the fatter, older tarts, a mattress on the the floor and a rather unattractive big, gash like vagina offered to all comers. Another off putting sight was the sorry spectacle of elderly men with all the allure and physique of Charles Hawtrey, parading around fully naked, shrivelled todgers rhythmically swing in the air.
As ever there was an exception to the rule. A stunningly beautiful and young woman who I believe was Turkish, calling herself 'Tyler' or so I think who had and oun outrageously beautiful body which she paraded around while wearing a fishnet one piece. Any further info on her would be very gladly received. Unfortunately during the day in question she devoted all her attentions on to one lucky fella who got a least two public blow jobs from her.
