We knew we had a prostitution ring around here, but we didn’t know about the stud services reportedly received by this tourist. When Heidi checked in, either one of the bellmen–bellhops, she calls them– or a desk clerk, apparently started flirting with her immediately, and then, after she took a break to sample some of our famous New York pizza, he put the finishing touches on his seduction. Skip ahead where she starts to ramble on about love and such, and only read the good stuff. Although the account does have a whiff of the creative writing workshop vibe, you can be the judge. For the sake of the Chelsea and her badly soiled reputation, we can only hope that it really is true. To hell with Thailand, for a truely rewarding sex-tourism package, visit the Chelsea. Heidi promises to send the X-rated version of the encounter if you e-mail her.
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2 responses to “Who Is The Hotel Chelsea’s Mystery Stud?”
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The content of Heidi’s story is proof that, in many ways, the Chelsea is still a bastion of democracy, a refuge for the underdog. The style of the story is proof that staying there doesn’t turn one into a literary light.
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If by the placement of the photo you mean to suggest that Little Joe Dallesandro might have offered his “love” to Heidi, you credit him. I wonder if he’s such a generous soul.
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