“A tell-tale wind was already rattling the discreetly blackened windows in announcement of winter’s approach. It sounded to Morgan like the spirits of long-vanished dancers click-clacking their heels in some undead cabaret. Sometimes the very walls seemed alive with a thousand hungry eyes still watching from the shadows of time…”

While waiting for that magically transformative age of eighteen, you walk past the mysteriously blackened windows and darkened doorways in equal parts fascination and fear about what’s inside. The ceaselessly flashing signs tell you “Girls, Girls, Girls!” and “Nude Live Women,” so you know that much. But what exactly are those live nude women doing behind those secret windows and forbidden doors?

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