This unmistakably phallic work of neon has risen majestically from its location on the western side of South Congress for what seems like decades. If the motel's walls had ears, our ears would probably burn off, but there is the sign -- glowing, beckoning travelers and musicians alike into its peculiar warmth and the promise of a good night's rest. Yeah, right -- it's across the street from the Continental Club!
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