In days of yore, adult shopping was limited to dimly lit stores hidden away on the outskirts of town, where the combed-over selection was meek, the attendants gruff and gnarly, and the patrons shuffled quietly by in their trench coats. Thank the heavens for Dreamers. Two easily accessible locations, vast selections, professional and knowledgeable staff; it's not called "The Store for Lovers" for naught: The one-stop shop locals love to get their (new, nude, lewd, and/or previously viewed) lovin'.
