Location, location, location… isn’t that what they say? Such a sweet spot… the Body Shop… at the end of the strip. We saw every kind of person you could think of. Men traveling on business and foreign backpackers who stayed at the many hotels down the street. Gardeners and contractors who stopped in before heading back to their own neighborhoods. Groups of party people looking to whoop and holler, packs of ladies who took pole dancing classes and wanted to see. Couples who were having a night out on the town together and an endless variety of individuals… who simply found a free hour in the middle of their day.
Our doors opened at noon and stayed that way into the wee hours of morning. Officially 4… sometimes 5. We were always there… and it seemed we always had been. Groups of guys would come in, from the East Coast or even the UK and they’d say… The Body Shop! This place is famous!
Sometimes they even had t-shirts with our logo, these people who’d never been there before… and they sang the Girls, Girls, Girls song by Motley Crue. We were a historical landmark. As much as the Whiskey or the Chateau… or any of the other well known haunts that lined our street.
Pretty much everyone wandered in… eventually.