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A red-tiled, flashing vestige of Hollywood's seedier, stickier past, the Tiki Theatre is the best porn theater in L.A. by default. Alas, it is the last of a dying breed to exist within the city limits. Wedged between the darkened windows of a holistic health botanica and a 99-cent discount store, it is open 24 hours. For a $14 fee handed to the peevish cashier behind the bulletproof glass, you too can push through the turnstile and take a padded seat among the silent, silhouetted heads in a darkened theater. Admission pays for a four-hour stay, and judging by the smattering of theatergoers dozing in unseasonably warm flannel shirts — unroused by the muted chorus of grunts and groans from a speaker mounted on the wall — the Tiki could double as the city's best deal on a four-hour nap. Misspelled house rules prohibit drinking, smoking and unzipping. The XXX on offer here is a simultaneous double feature: one film projects on a drop-down screen, a second flashes on a TV in the corner, like keeping two tabs open on the browser. A furtive third drama plays out in the exits and entrances of the audience.