One time in high school I decided to shut down a Korean brothel.
It all started when they charged me $35 for watermelon.
Not cool bro.
Over the next couple weeks I went with friends and ordered tequila shots. We didn’t drink them but I paid, kept receipts, and called the cops from the parking lot.
I also took photos of toothbrushes in the bathroom.
My best work was finding door locks in the karaoke rooms, a violation of Georgia’s building code.
Fifty bucks later, Red Cafe was gone forever.
I think it’s a bakery now.