A long time ago, maybe as far back as the days of Usenet, I recall a guy writing about an experience in a Dallas video store. He got a girl -- she may have been off of Harry Hines, or maybe he found her on the back page of the Dallas Observer -- and rented a booth in one of the video stores. Shortly thereafter, he suffered the worst form of coitus interruptus -- a couple of DPD cops knocking on the door and demanding entry.
Maybe the store clerk called them. Maybe they were tailing the girl, or him, if he'd been up and down Harry Hines one too many times that night. Anyway, they knew she was a hooker. He wound up getting cited for "manifestation of prostitution," which, as I understand it, translates to, "We know what you were doing in there, but we can't prove it, but we can give you a ticket anyway for being with a hooker in that establishment."
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