Red Light District

These are four stars relative to the area. It’s not Good Vibrations. It is, however, clean, well-​lit, and well-​stocked. More importantly, every time I’ve gone in, there has been a woman behind the counter, and she has been incredibly friendly and willing to answer questions.

I normally don’t leave Unilocal reviews, if I have a bad experience with something I just move on with my life. I never knew walking into this store would be one of the biggest mistakes I’ve made in my life.
This store is located in Ocean City, Maryland. People go to Ocean City for the beach and other attractions. I walk into the store in a tank top, swimming trunks, and flip flops. No bags, no hoodies, nothing to draw attention to myself.
Before I get two feet in the store I’m harassed about wanting to see my ID, which is understandable to some extent. I am a black male in his 20’s. In today’s world whether I like it or not I will be profiled. That being said I’m not going to do anything extra that could draw any attention to myself.
I crouch down to look at a DVD on the bottom shelf and I also take out my phone to take snapchat. One of the cashier pops out of nowhere and says no photos and I immediately pop up and say okay and put my phone in my pocket. Seconds later the other cashier rushes to me out of nowhere shouting at me threatening to call the police. Accusing me of stealing.
She keeps saying to me she’s gonna call the police and tells me to empty my pockets. I’m so shocked by this accusation I kind of freeze up and comply. I pullout my keys, my phone charger, and phone. Still not satisfied she tells me to raise my shirt. After complying to all of her unlawful demands she still demanded I leave the store or she will call the police. So I leave.
I can honestly say that this was traumatic. To be profiled, forced to empty pockets and expose myself, and when proven innocent still forced to leave the store. The way I was treated at the Red Light District hurt me as a person. It showed that it doesn’t matter how good of a person I am or what I have done, I’m still going to be profiled like a criminal. Looking back on it all I blame myself for not putting up more of a fight for my rights knowing I was innocent, but I froze up. This review isn’t to tell you to not shop at the Red Light District, I just need someone to know what happened to me. Thank you for reading til the end.

I absolutely guarantee that this is the nicest adult, um… novelty store that I’ve ever been in. And how can I guarantee that? Because it’s the only one I’ve ever been in.
I know, I know… a cosmopolitan player such as myself, who would have thought that at the ripe old age of… well, never mind that*…I would first step foot into a place like this. In all fairness, I was dragged in here by a friend from high school who shall remain nameless (unless you text me off-​line in which case I’ll squeal like a pig).
She wanted someone to go with her and I was happy to oblige. What was interesting is how clean and kind of normal the store was. I just assumed a store like this would be grimy and sticky, and smell of bleach, cleaning fluid and desperation. Granted, some of the merchandise I still have no idea why (or how) you’d use it, but the proprietor was very friendly and approached her job in a professional and business-​like manner. Based on her calm persona, I soon stopped giggling and wandered the store while my friend got some assistance.
Okay, so on one side there are a lot of DVDs. Any type of thing you want, you can find. If you like little people of color, they can help you out. Then there were a lot of inflatable objects and a lot of things that could be used as restraints or some type of bondage things (see picture of the cute doggie mask). There was a whole wall of what I’m assuming were latex or silicon effigies of body parts. I was really too scared to look.
The other room had lingerie and other outfits, along with a selection of lotions and/​or lubricants.
All in all, it was a very educational experience for me. The woman running the place was very nice and if all adult stores are run like this, then maybe I’ll visit another one.
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* let’s just say Lyndon Johnson was president when I was born

HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE!!! My friend and I (in our mid-​twenties) entered the store around 8PM tonight and barely stepped into the store when the female at the cash register snarled, «IDs!»
We went up to her and gave her our IDs. I had noticed that online the hours said open until 11pm, but the outside said midnight. I pleasantly told her «online it says you close at 11 just so you know.» she said yeah they do but it says the wrong thing in the window. She stared at the IDs and mumbled under her breath. I asked, «What did you say?» She rudely replied, «YOU ARE BEING A SMARTASS AND I DON’T NEED THIS.»
We said fine we are leaving. She said ok, as if she didn’t want us there anyway.
This place of business obviously doesn’t want any customers if that is how they treat people. No wonder the store was completely dead and had a bad review!
She needs to learn how to be polite! I will tell EVERYONE how awful this place is and how although it says its a large superstore online, it really is extremely small. (No bigger than a regular sized kitchen!)
Didn’t even deserve a star.