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Oh, quirky fact—medieval times, brothels had signs! Red lanterns—hence “red light,” ya dig? Cool, right? Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, green lil’ Yoda, hagglin’ with a hooker! “Ten credits, hmm? Too much, it is!” Humor’s my shield, man—find a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Stay sharp, fear’s a bitch.

Owners (since the 1970's): Pat & Rick

The long and short of it was the customer climbed a ladder to the 2nd floor, and then the manager removed the ladder. If the customer behaved, the prostitute would drop a coin down a shoot to .

I’ll never forget when I was strutting through the Warehouse District. Met a real risqué bohemian critter who swore that his lineage traced back to lovers of ancient myths. I'm his kinda people, always sharpening my wits on human appetites and secrets. Bold, raw, unfiltered. It’s all about that irresistible mix of history and pleasure in every cranny.

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