One might think that the lingering remnants of Times Square’s famed peep show culture would be seedy, dirty, and altogether a little disturbing. But in reality... it is actually all of these things. Combined. And amplified. To an extraordinary level. We all have heard the storied past of Times Square in the 1980s, told to us in hushed, reverent tones from the boozed-up guy at the back of Jimmy’s Corner. We’ve heard the decrepit troubadours sing their lyrical poems about all the hookers, drug addicts, and a plethora of peep shows that Giuliani did away with in the mid-'90s and replaced with Olive Garden, Neil Patrick Harris, and all the M&M's (thanks a lot, Giuliani). Still, tucked among the life-sized Spongebobs, Jersey Boys, and a Forever 21 that extends to the high heavens, exists about 10 remaining peep shows in Times Square, bringing the hardened New York old-schoolers (ahem, and yours truly) a taste of NYC’s fabled, folkloric past: naked ladies undulating in tiny, private booths while you sit awkwardly for the longest two minutes and 19 seconds of your entire life in a chair that was last Lysol’d the day before never. Ahh, New York.