July 21, 2008 | 1 Comment

A Manhattan strip club owner is “shocked” to learn that his VIP rooms might have been used for more than just lap dances and claims (from the jail cell where he is being held on prostitution charges) that he runs one of the “cleanest” clubs in town. Sounds convincing–until you hear from an old friend who used to work for him. That’s not quite how Baby Sinead remembers it…. (nydailynews.com + babysinead.com)

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    I tittered when I read Sex, Drugs, & Cocoa Puffs — or was it Killing Thyself to Live? — & saw Klosterman’s snap-assessment of the then still-burgeoning alt-porn movement. Reading Ms Sinead’s accounting though — in which she acquits herself well (though memoirists almost always do, self included) — I titter less & think, again; maybe CK’s critical eye is not just cut for pyroxide ‘do’d big rockers, but other subcultures as well.