Times Square is, apart from Vegas, very much a gaping playground designed for kids and adults of all ages. Its bright lights, corporate food enterprises and overpriced activities make it the hub of baseness and banal debauchery.
Oozing with lights dripping in red and white overtones, the area is meant to dazzle and delight, provided you don’t look too far beneath the surface of what it has to offer. In the 1970s, its grotesquerie was overt, with porn palaces and peep shows providing all that a degenerate soul could ask for.
Now that it’s become an opposite form of flamboyant sinisterness, peddling the wholesome instead of the profane, there is something even more chasmal about the collective hellmouth that is Times Square.