||I think that most cities have a street that's unofficially called shame. Example, Telephone road in Houston. If you don't know where that is, ask Randy Dodds. Seems we frequently were there without knowing each other at the time. Four Palms was the official Pressure Cooker of the day. I remember, the manager coming over to my table and telling me " Son, if you can't keep your head off the table, I'm going to have to call the police," Many, more in Houston and other cities also.
I once watched a young blond hooker , near my school, ( maybe 15 yrs old) doing her job in a much less populated place by where I drove Laura Shayne by several years ago, when I was showing her my school area.
I imagine, a street called shame, exist most every where.