OMG!
Key West, of ALL places! (Not during FantasyFest ... That can be a different vibrant chat thread here.)
I took my shirt off ... polyester, hot and sticky in July ... walking back to our hotel at the end of Simonton Street, from a strip bar (formerly Bare Assets), and an off-duty police officer, in his little foreign car, gets out and accosts us. "We don't play these games here in Key West."
I love hearing stories like this. Would love to hear more!