I had no idea there was a cathouse at the address on the right, but it must have been a well-kept secret, as one of the porters on my building’s front desk said he wasn’t aware either.
Much more sadly, the adjacent Buscot Dairy Cafe, where I was an occasional customer, also has closed its doors. There was a handwritten sign on the front door, since removed, that made some sort of reference to rules and regulations without being more specific. It was always nice to see the place lit up early in the morning when I had to leave for work at 6 a.m. during winter, and it’s a real bummer to see it dark now. I really hope the cafe isn’t replaced by yet another shisha joint, but I’m not optimistic.
A few years ago I worked in an office above a deli. Turns out they were growing dope in the basement. Idiots got caught because the building’s power bill spiked. They made great sandwiches though, I was sad to see them close.
After the Craigslist killings over here I was surprised to learn you could find “ladies of the night” online. Out of sheer curiosity I read some of the ads and noticed they would allow customers to come to them, or they’d go to the customer. A high tech way of street walking I suppose. I’m betting that’s why you never knew what was going on next door - they advertised elsewhere, usually performed elsewhere, but had a discreet location for in calls if needed.
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