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tossed out the place simmered down—but only for a
while.

“I went to see the owner of another health parlor.
Like mine, it had a good reputation. The owner had
just sold it to a young fellow from out of town. I
thought maybe he could give me some advice.

“He looked at me kinda funny when I told him
my problem, that I was being overrun by queers.
Then he laughed, ‘You're kidding, dad, don’t tell me
that’s bothering you. Why this is the gravy train of
all time. You’ve never had it so good. I don’t know
a damned thing about health parlors, but that’s
why I bought this joint. Anybody you don’t want,
just send over to me.’

“That’s when I decided to quit. I put the place up
for sale. Guess who bought it. The guy from out of
town. Last report I had is that he’s cleaning up.”

Doug’s experiences with his health club is sympto-
matic of one of the little touched areas of the hcmo-
sexual underground—the huge profit involved in
catering to the ever increasing deviate population.

Gay bars long had a monopoly on the easy spend-
ing habits of homosexuals, but now it has been
extended to such places as health parlors, resort
towns, men’s shops and mail order houses selling
photographs of muscle builders.