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Weird signs around LA: California Nigth Club
Tucked into an industrial neighborhood north of downtown, spitting distance from two freeways, a megachurch, a DOT parking lot and a fantastic thrift store lies the California Nigth Club. Or perhaps we should say the Ca_ifornia Nigth Club. The sign has remained unchanged for years, but as yet we've never ventured inside.
Instead we drive by thinking about what the TV show In the Heat of the Nigth might have been, or the song "Because the Nigth Belongs to Lovers," or the movie Revenge of the Nigth...