This area around Beale Street was a notorious red-light district. It's all part of the lore of Beale Street.

Some of the bricks that W.C. Handy and all those other dudes were walking on are now like six feet deep.

He basically said when they enforced prohibition here, several thousand prostitutes left Memphis and went to St. Louis.

I came here as a man of visions. I was sent here as a man of visions, like a second Noah. I'm not a Noah but I'm here as a second Noah. I'm here as a red light is in the street.

I've stopped racing to get to the red light.

How, possibly, could the police have made the 'mistake' of charging the wrong man with the notorious Red Light Bandit crimes? That also is something that is fully revealed in the Pandora's Box of facts I have prepared.