Wondering if my building was the only one paying attention on the block, I went next door to gather intel at the cafe on the other side of the sex club and asked to speak to the owner. When a good-looking, roughly-my-age-and-definitely-straight guy emerged, I wished our conversation wasn’t going to start with, “Hi, my apartment building is also adjacent to the sex club next door, and we have a secret entrance in our lobby, do you guys have one? What can you tell me about that place?” FML.
The dude was surprisingly cool about it though, and told me that he was equally curious about them, but no, his establishment had no such access. He admitted that he’s been trying to figure out a way to get in there and check it out too (other than paying the steep cover and, like, humping strangers), but the one time he mistakenly received their mail and went next door to return it, the front door guy wouldn’t let him in. Apparently, the door security there is stiffer than the Electric Room at the Dream Downtown.
On the plus side, he did let me take pictures from their fire escape of just how far back the sprawling building goes. On the minus side, I’m pretty sure I need to find a new place to get my coffee now.