Years ago the best whorehouse in Indianapolis was right across the street from this sign. Back in the early 70's I went there with a pal of mine. Not to partake of the product being served, mind you. We knocked on a door on the side. There was liitle window at the top of the door that slid open just exactly like you see in those old movies about speakeasys. The door opened and there was a middleaged lady wearing a filmy negligee. Apparently she was the owner. She let us in and I was astounded. It was like we were transported to Las Vegas. The hallway had a baby grand piano to the side and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Quite a contrast from the seediness of the neighborhood outside. We were instructed to go upstairs. I remember the very expensive-looking blue flocked wallpaper at the staircase and the hallway. At the top of the stairs were four rooms. At the door to each room stood a girl in a nightgown, smoking a cigarette. The four girls had nothing to do and were just hanging around chatting with each other. Being a naive teenager, it was quite a jaw-dropping scene for me.
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Years ago the best whorehouse in Indianapolis was right across the street from this sign. Back in the early 70's I went there with a pal of mine. Not to partake of the product being served, mind you. We knocked on a door on the side. There was liitle window at the top of the door that slid open just exactly like you see in those old movies about speakeasys. The door opened and there was a middleaged lady wearing a filmy negligee. Apparently she was the owner. She let us in and I was astounded. It was like we were transported to Las Vegas. The hallway had a baby grand piano to the side and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Quite a contrast from the seediness of the neighborhood outside. We were instructed to go upstairs. I remember the very expensive-looking blue flocked wallpaper at the staircase and the hallway. At the top of the stairs were four rooms. At the door to each room stood a girl in a nightgown, smoking a cigarette. The four girls had nothing to do and were just hanging around chatting with each other. Being a naive teenager, it was quite a jaw-dropping scene for me.
Fascinating story.
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