The area was nicknamed “Vagina Girls” because of the graphic art showing feminine genitals to the amateurs on the walls and the trade signs of Sin Street.
But what was really behind these fleshy, wet curtains of love? You see, while the world railed against pornography, prostitution, and kinky, mind-blowing sex, Sin Street embraced it, becoming a place for any pleasure, no matter how depraved.
We made love while the world made war.
Sin Street was, sorry, is - a nexus for pleasure; regardless of your tipple, kink, or persuasion, we’ll cater to any perversion. Do you want to be spanked and pissed on in front of a thousand people or used by ten guys while your husband watches on, enjoying his cuckold inauguration, pulling on his cock.
Peep shows were accessible as coin slots on the street where immense latex pussies would open at the drop of a coin for the customer to peer inside and watch through the channel of their choice.
Of course, the girls found it hilarious to bend over, slot their heads through the pussy curtains, then ease down their panties for a much higher fee from the punter sliding in from behind.
The meaty curtains became a new kind of Gloryhole, a slit within a slit so to speak.
After the cleaning of the resurgent whore the phenomena declined for a while but still the “Vagina Girls” remains an attraction of the red-light quarter.