The bookstore.

As you walk into the bookstore the owner looks at you and yells. "Hey, no prostitutes get the fuck out of here, I am in enough trouble with the cops lately, this is the last thing I need." But as he protests you notice him lick his lips as he looks you over.

"Please sir I just got robbed and I ran away, now I am not even sure where I am, I think I somehow got lost. Is there any way you could call me a cab and cover the fair, I promise I will pay you back."

He thinks over what you have said and replies, "I tell you what, I will let you go back to the porn booths and see if you can get enough money for a cab from the guys back there, if you do I will call them, if you don't I will call the cops and tell them you are a hooker tresspassing on my property."

You ponder your options:

You could go back out and into the strip club, let him call the cops and ask them for help, or go see who is in back.