This world has forsaken neon for LEDs.
Los Angeles November 2019 has crosswalk signs that say “on’t walk don’t walk don’t wal”; downtown Phoenix November 2019 has crosswalks that go “chirp chirp chirp”.
I’m still not sure how the sight impaired can tell which crosswalk is giving the audio signal, for either system.
Just be glad that Ridley hasn’t tried to “upgrade” the movies tech. Although just putting the word “Skype” into the video phone and a cutaway shot of Deckhands phone showing “No Service” in the Bradbury building might be enough to bridge the gap.
It’s interesting how today’s technology became incorporated into BR2049 without being jarringly different from the first movie. The new film had K receiving texts on a cell phone and using a recon drone while keeping the same feel as the first flick.
My thread is a Replicant only in the Director’s Cut 
I’ve yet to enter a bar or nightclub filled with ladies smoking foot-long cigarette holders or clay tavern pipes.
Also, remember from the novel, it’s basically only we degenerates, undesirables, and miscellaneous weirdos who have chosen to stay on Earth, surrounded by radioactive fallout, rather than kick back on an off-world colony surrounded by robot slaves.
People might consider forking over some bucks if they kept up with the likes of Kurt Vonnegut, Norman Mailer, Jack Kerouac, Gabriel García Márquez, Vladimir Nabokov, et al.
After a while, dead-tree Playboy magazines stack up and then the stacks fall over, joining the encroaching tide of worldwide kipple. So, we fall back to the website in order to stem the tide, but ultimately we end up with the much more insidious kipplization of our devices.