Borrowing from ancient Asian philosophy, ASH34 has a Ying/Yang vibe about it. Gone are the boulevard-roving gonzo scenarios that served to whet one's appetite for street meat ... replaced by encounters in a sickly, mauve-colored room, as if the performers were hermetically sealed in a giant bottle of Pepto-Bismol.

As always, the girls are natural, and the cockage is plentiful. However, years of dutiful service may have caught up with our host and central crotch-thumper - at least temporarily. The jungle cat now assumes the role of sated lion, lord of his dominion but not particularly in a mood to prove it. Currently a few cans shy of his abdominal six-pack, the Boy, at times, seems to be performing in slow motion ... which is full speed for just about all his rivals, and certainly still worth the cover charge.

Of course, viewer interest in Asian babes is what will ultimately drive sales. We can happily report that at least three of the babes are terminally cute, enthusiastic spunk chuggers whose firm bodies can take a patented T.T. pounding. However, none of them appear especially enamored of a throttling - and when T.T. lays hands to throat, it's serious business. Such "envelope pushing" sideshow acts are unsuited to, and unbecoming of, a dignified Lion King.

Thankfully, it's with Dana Vespoli that the old T.T. rears his fearsome head(s). Looking more Italian than Asian (insert a hearty who cares? here), Vespoli elicits - and matches his lusty hunger move for move. Assuming the doggie position, her firm but meaty rump is a joyous sight for audiences to behold. Apparently T.T. agrees. The couple works up a copious sweat deciding which position will best ring their chimes. Reverse cowgirl it is. With a peak like this, the valleys are forgivable.