Womens Comfort Station, Central Park, Manhattan
Walking along in Central Park one day a few weeks ago, I came across the Womens Comfort Station. I have no idea what it is. A place where women go for psychiatric help? A massage parlor? A restroom? I pretended that deep inside there were big puffy couches with pillows and gorgeous boys refilling women’s wine glasses. That sounds comforting to me.
Womens Comfort Station, Central Park, Manhattan
In this close-up photo of the sign you can see a wonderful reflection of the park and myself.
a comfort station is a whorehouse.