El Dorado

When I arrived at the corner of Motz Strasse, I paused. A giant mural covered the outside wall of the club. It started with a woman in a long formal dress dancing with a man in a tuxedo and monocle. Next to them were two men in tuxedos dancing together, one with a feminine birthmark and luscious red lips, but unmistakably male hips and hair. A few inches away, two women danced cheek to cheek, their backs to a roguish man in a tuxedo dancing with another man and a laughing woman.

The mural told you that entering El Dorado was stepping through the looking glass.

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