T & A Market

The name of this place makes me want to sing a song that has very special meaning to me…
What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’m-a get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump,
Hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little humps (Check it out)
You’ve had a long evening at the Market Street Cinema.
You’ve run out of dollar bills to leave for the «50+ Beautiful Showgirls».
No problem. The T&A Market has an ATM right in front (see my photos).
Feeling peckish in the «intimate themed private booths»?
Got the munchies from all your panting?
No problem. You can come to the T&A Market and get «cigarettes, snacks, sodas, phone cards and much more».
Get a Drumstick. Get some Cheetos.
Feel fresh enough for another peep show next door.
«Couples are always welcome.»
Snuggled next to the Market Street Cinema under that huge, all-​your –hetero-​sex– dreams-​come-​true marquee, the T&A Market has the best name of any business on Market. Bar none. So why would you come here? I haven’t the vaguest idea.
Ah well, back to my song…
What you gonna do wit all that ass.
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m-a gon’make, make, make you scream.
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’m-a make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.