Passers-by are still greeted with comically amateurish signs inviting them to come in, get a personality checkup and divulge blackmailworthy secrets.
But uncharacteristically, no one tried to engage us with promises of self-knowledge as we lingered by the windows or shoo us away when we ostentatiously took photos.
It's not for us to speculate what's going on inside that nice piece of prime real estate. But I have a feeling the designer lady whose shop was right across Columbus from the "church" -- and went public with the hounding and harassment she endured at members' hands -- is probably smiling a bit more broadly today.
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