First of all, I use the term ‘whores’ with the highest respect. Maybe I was traumatized some night in the Red-Light district of Paris (I was), but whenever I see a red light outside of any building, my first thought is ‘brothel.’ Even if it’s a little house, or some red light in an upstairs window of an apartment. Immediately…”prostitute.”
Fire stations are the easiest for this, because, especially in San Francisco, they are just eerie, red-lit buildings packed right between all of the other buildings. In a perfectly quiet neighborhood, you’ve got these huge, tempting doors, each lit by a red bulb. Of course, the red lights there are just to make extra sure that people know to damn well not to park there, but the effect is the same in my mind….”Whores live and work there.”
Smaller doors than a fire station, but can you really tell the difference?
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