All *other* signs indicate this is an internet shop, but...let's not be fooled. I for one appreciate the straightforwardness of the awning. (As well as the capital P at the end.)
Knickers & Liquors. Anyone want to guess what kind of bar this is? (Also, Brazilian massage...? I think this side of the street should probably just be avoided altogether—assuming you, like me, don't want any of these folks anywhere near your knickers, panties, 'bikini area,' etc.)
Granted, we'd get a better sense of the place if I'd taken this picture at night when it was open. It does look like it's trying to look a bit more classy than its other sign, but...come on. With a name like that it doesn't matter what font you use, I say.
Integrating Human to Quality. Um...nothing wrong with quality. I like a good quality human as much as the next guy. But...yeah. Something tells me I don't want the folks in here 'integrating' me. What are they, Borg? Also: directly across from Knickers & Liquors. Yeah.
To be fair, on the front of the hotel it is spelled 'highness.' But I'm not here to be fair. I'm here to amuse—at the very least myself, but hopefully you too. (Upon first glimpse of this sign from down the street, by the way, it looked to me like it said Royal Hiney. So, yes...at least I am amusing myself.)
This is my clear favorite on the whole gem-filled street. Bar-cum-laundromat? A frat boy's fantasy perhaps? Speaking of, 10 to 1 that come evening the bench in front is populated with dolled up young Cambodian women. (Southeast Asia has its own particular brand of girlie bar.)
Um...yeah. Would *you* want to stay here? It seems like it could be an unfortunately-named nursing home. To me, though, it just screams Norman Bates. Or roach motel. Guests check in, but...
Granted, we'd get a better picture if I'd taken this picture at night when it was open. It does look like it's trying to look a bit more classy than it's other sign, but...come on. With a name like that it doesn't matter what font you use, I say.