Some people asked why I refer to the Uptown Dunn Brothers Café as “the brothel.”
Well, the café isn’t a brothel, but apparently there was one upstairs.
I mentioned the café before because of the odd naked mannequin in the back:
Well, after the story of the brothel broke, the people who live up there put a sign on their door: “THIS IS NOT THE BROTHEL! THE BROTHEL IS ON HENNEPIN!”
Apparently they got a few unwanted visitors seeking a happy ending with their latte.
Stay classy Minneapolis.
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