I went to a brothel or two. In the first, it was a suburban apartment with boys. I didn't choose any, so they asked what I liked,, which was essentially a blond Dutch boy (you could say boy then and it didn't mean underage.) Well, the guy they sent wasn't great, but I felt obligated since he came in to see me.
The second one was more famous, down the street from What Not or whatever it was called. Here I met a beautiful Romanian guy. We smoked pot, but he was aghast that I didn't want to mix it with tobacco. The beautiful boy was quite the dud in bed. He stood at the door for a tip but I just smiled at him.