We ate at Aunt Pearl's Jam house which is on the edge of the tenderloin. When we were leaving there was a large man with a big wig and cowboy hat in the alley where we had parked. He was wearing a long see-through negligée with nothing underneath. It was cinched at the waist with a belt which had hand cuffs hanging from it. He was leaning against a van talking to some one inside. Lisa thought he was a prostitute, Miles thought anything was possible, I was certain the handcuffs meant it was a cop.