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This is from an article in the new Philadelphia magazine about the Forum on Market St. Ewwwwwww....


"It was so dark inside that I had to wait a few minutes for my eyes to adjust before I could find a seat. There appeared to be only a handful of men in the theater — ­maybe a dozen — but there was plenty of action in the room, judging by the grunts and heavy breathing, not to mention the, uh, slurping sounds. Within five minutes of my arrival, a handsome young ­linebacker-type with a baseball cap and an Eagles jersey approached me and asked, “Can I help you out?” I said something like, “No, I’m okay, but thank you.” After all, my mother, proud as she must be to read this, did raise a polite child. As the scene played out endlessly onscreen, a couple of other guys approached me and lingered in the aisle, but nothing was said, and they walked away. Then a man, probably in his 60s, sat in the row behind me, one seat to my left. It quickly became obvious that a certain part of his body was no longer contained, and he leaned over and whispered something near my head."