The Bouncer directs Lexi, Daysha and Mike to a derelict apartment block, tucked between a laundromat that no one seems to have used since the sixties, and a takeout joint that looks like the rats might taste better than the food on offer. The menu is so greasy and smudged as to be unreadable, and for some reason, it's closed too.
The apartment block itself doesn't even have a secure door. It has a broken piece of plywood nailed to the doorjam. That's about it. A little scrawl of incomprehensible graffiti trickles down one side of the building, just petty kids' stuff. Names, dates, who gave who a blowjob here, if destroyed still true. Above that there's the phone numbers. Apparently, Katie will give you a great time if you call her number.