Toronto Escorts In The News!

You walk past the sign on Queen West with the Purple Rain font. Eagerly waiting underneath it is a lineup of bronzed, pneumatic hedonists. Admit it, you’re just a little curious about what goes on at Wicked, the on-premise swingers club that had the chutzpah to move the Lifestyle out of Mississauga and plunk it down in the middle of an area lousy with hipster clubs, art galleries and cafés.
Wicked is one of a couple of on-premise sex clubs in Toronto’s downtown core and is also, in the parlance co-opted with unintentional irony by such venues, the classiest one. By this I mean it provides decadence on a petit bourgeois scale – nothing truly palatial, but a grasping nod to it. 
Downstairs you can flirt, dance, break your skull open on the stripper poles and have the worst dry martini in town. Membership is required upstairs, where all bets and street clothes are off. The lighting is compassionate, the stations making token references to international erotic cultures: a Jacuzzi, a sauna, a Bedouin tent for group play, a mirrored room, a dungeon, rooms both semi-private and private, glory holes and sex furniture.

See the full article from “NOW Toronto”