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Our newsletter hand-delivers the best bits to your inbox. Sign up to unlock our digital magazines and also receive the latest news, events, offers and partner promotions. Andrew Tijs ventured into Melbourne's peep shows, where the girls are nude and the guys are burdened by two-dollar coins. These days, peep shows in Melbourne are a thing of the past, with the curtain closing for good when the famed Crazy Horse Cinema shut down in But if you're still curious as to what they were like when they were running, we sent one of our journalists to recount his X-rated experiences.
And if there's ever a peep show revival, watch this space. Been there, done that? Think again, my friend. Are we joining a legion of pervs in trenchcoats straddling bins of tissues? Here we go. Thankfully, four bucks only gets 80 seconds of personal attention before the shutter clumps down.
Moustache Man says the adult cinema upstairs is air-conditioned, smoke-free and β he eagerly nods to us as a couple β sometimes populated by swingers. A sweet, punky-looking American dancer hints that it can get pretty crazy up there.
Buzz yourself in for 14 cybersex booths with full access to the saucier side of the web and four more peep booths. A cinema with only three lounges and a couple of chairs sounds far too close for comfort. With less trepidation I descend into the long-sniggered-at Crazyhorse Cinema alone and grab some change from the gruff, also-moustachioed, clerk. Her legs are split open like a drawbridge, gaudy silver heels dangling on each foot. The notch has been kicked up, yet I maintain my journalistic impartiality by not whipping it out.
