This film has a typical structure of films of this type in the 60s: a doctor lectures us on the abnormal sexual/fetish practices we are about to see to pad out the running time between sex scenes. One of the delights of watching sexploitation from the 60s is the background music. It's usually some jazz, go-go or psychedelic music but the sex scenes in this film play out in dead silence! The only sound in the whole movie are the lectures. I can't imagine this limp example of NYC gutter-trash exciting anybody except die-hard trash fiends.
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