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"The Red Room! The Red Room!" my companion exclaims. "I've heard rumors for YEARS about this place, but now I finally know it actually existed!" Painted ladies, so the rumors go, gyrated their unwholesome wares upon a stage – which once stood proudly in front of the mirrored column, but currently resides in a lonely corner down a darkened hallway – while gentlemen suitors watched from red Naugahyde seats, now tacky with age. A vast emptiness now fills the room and all that is left to be reflected in the grand mirror is the efflorescing plaster in the corner, a tell-tale sign of water's destructive force on neglected buildings.
