DHM might as well stand for debaucherous houses of mischief.

Republic – no problem getting up to no good in these completely encapsulated powder rooms. Might as well be in a Colombian beach mansion with George Jung.

Modern – a redlight corridor of unisex stalls acts like a bottleneck for last minute lucies. Get slammed or bust out the pixie stix in the comfort of your own private, virtually soundproof stall equipped with mirrors for you voyeuristic pervs.

Cactus Club, Yayotown – Don’t let the carbon copy jakalope fool you, this Cactus is nothing like its tamer suburban chad-fests. Chock-full of traffickers in tight graphic tees and their trophies, you know someone’s getting up to no good in the washroom.

Shine – the place always smells like shit so you know everyone’s rippin on something. Why even bother taking a trip to the unisex back room toilet? Crouch on the black couches in the back and do what you gotta do… pretty sure no one cares, or if they do, they just want a piece.