Re: trip report (long)

Great trip report! You got into a part of the Las Vegas thing that a lot of
men have questions about but have never gotten good answers. Thanks for
letting everyone know that all of these women aren't skanky money hungry
women who are out to distroy a marriage. I didn't realize that so many of
them were married. Thanks again for the Trip report.

Bass
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Trip Report 7/2/2006 - 7/8/2006
Las Vegas and Lake Tahoe

This is my first trip report, which I decided to write since I
enjoy most of the ones I read on AVLV. It was a round trip from the Bay
area through LV and Reno after an initial stop in LA to visit a couple
of friends that I haven't seen in a few years. Rather than drive
straight back to the Bay, I planned to circle around through LV and
then drive North through Death Valley on my way to Reno, and then
Southwest through Tahoe and maybe Yosemite before returning home. What
seemed to be a typical visit and a couple of days in LV turned out to
be quite different from what I had originally planned. This was due to
an additional stop or two that I decided to make after seeing something
in LV that started me wondering about a side of life that I have never
experienced, and was probably quite naive about. I know that many men
make big fools of themselves over it, and I had never been tempted to
be one one them. Simply not worth it. More on that later.
Originally my friends had planned to follow me to LV and we would
have a guy's night or two in Vegas, but something happened that caused
one of them to cancel. So we decided to postpone the trip until
Superbowl weekend. You can get just so many days away from the wife and
kids, so better to make the most of them when you can, later would be
best for all to enjoy. Vegas solo it would be.
After a Sat. night in LA, I drove to LV late Sunday afternoon.
Years of use have been repaved since my last trip along I-15. Back then
you could see how much deeper the ruts in the pavement were going to
LV, versus the ruts coming back. The cars were so much lighter on the
way home! The drivers on this stretch of road are nuttier than anyplace
else on Earth I would think. Go 85 and about 1/3 of the cars will pass
you. Anyway, got into town about 9:30 PM and checked into the Monte
Carlo. Sunday thru Thursday they are usually reasonable on the price.
Rooms are nice for the money. After a short nap, I decided to see if
the Blackjack would be profitable, so as to pay for my trip! Yeah! Now
I'm not a professional card counter, but doing a running count between
tens and 2-6's and adjusting my bets and play accordingly, over the
years it has seemed that when I notice a favorable deck for me and bet
more, I do seem to win more times than I lose, which is what I guess is
supposed to happen. Anyway, many times I have winning trips. I have
never had alot of big wins, and only a few ouches on the losing side.
But since I have a good job that I like alot, turning pro, with all the
dangers of being banned, has not been a serious possibility for me.
Besides, if I were to get "booked", it would destroy the main reason
that trips here are fun and many times even profitable, and that is
something that I wouldn't want to happen. Slots and VP just aren't my
thing. Maybe I could learn to play poker better. So downstairs I go and
sit at a table, get $100 in chips and start playing $15-20 BJ. After
twenty minutes or so, it has been an up and down time. Seems as if I
win 3 or 4 in a row, only to lose 7 out of 8, then win a couple more
and so on. So I decide to change from a shoe to a double deck hand
dealt game. Results for the next hour were in the same manner as
before, until a particularly bad run leaves me down $220. I decide that
$300 will be my limit. I catch a favorable deck and cross my fingers
and make a large (for me!) bet of $60. I win and bet $50 on the next
and win, halving my losses. I decide that I will try and get even
quickly since I was already down over 200, and bet $50. I get a hard 10
with the dealer showing a 9. I double down and catch a ten! The dealer
flips over an 8 for a 17 and I win $100. Down only $10 I decide that I
have escaped a bad start, and decide to leave. Sometimes an escape such
as this feels as good or better than a win. I decide to drive down to
the Wynn so that the elegant surroundings might have a positive effect
on my spirits. So off I go, and here is where my plans take a detour.
Forgive me if the discussion of my adventure to follow leaves you
longing for a Mark Twain, but I will try my best.
I have a seat in the sports bar next to the Deli, order a beer,
and think that maybe I will try poker going on around the corner, in
Wynn's great poker room. Low stakes of course. About the time I take my
second swill of cold suds, a tall muscular black guy in nice casual
dress walks in and sits several seats away from me. He is accompanied
by a blond and a brunette lady each dressed in a sexy but not trashy
way, light sweaters and slacks (hint: close fitting). Their clothes
are definately intended to show their fantastic womanly curves. No
hanging cleavage or halter tops. Just classy looking clothes. No skanks
these! They both have very attractive faces, especially the brunette.
They both appear to be in their late twenties. The blond is a large
girl, at least 5'8" and not skinny, not overweight. Her hair is very
well done and hangs to her waist. The brunette is more petite, and has
great makeup and hair with long flowing curves. Straight from the
beauty parlor. Damn, some guy hits a 3 run homer in the game all the
guys were watching before, but no one has noticed. Imagine that! Soon
thereafter, the blond begins acting as though she is excited and happy,
hugging the guy and lightly bouncing up and down. The brunette laughs
and reaches out and touches the guy occasionately, also acting as if
she is having an enjoyable time. They are not being loud and annoying,
but they are not quitely sitting and passing the time. This goes on for
only a couple of minutes, when not one, not two, but three guys wearing
those purple (lavender?) Sport Coats that Wynn outfits it personnel
with, walk straight up to the trio and begin talking to them. They
speak to them only briefly but are obviously straight to the point. I
cannot hear what they say, as they are some distance away, but their
was no long discussion. The Wynn's guys spoke to them briefly, then
turned around and walked away. The guy and gals said little if
anything, and left the bar quietly right after them. Now I don't try to
be thinking about things that are none of my business, but being as I
imagine that since these ladies were the type that many places crave to
have frequent their places of business, and were not being loud, drunk,
or disruptive in any way, the list of reasons why these three were
seemingly either asked or told to leave is VERY short. As I finish my
beer I simply can't help but speculate about what has just happened.
All I read about and hear on AVLV and elsewhere on the subject talks
about how many hookers there are in Vegas and so forth and so on. Spot
the hooker it's called. Check out the Mirage sports bar yada yada yada.
Well I have always wondered about this. If the casinos didn't take
measures to keep them out, I would think that they would be 5 deep in a
place such as this, with all the money and such. And I don't think that
the casinos are fond of drunk guys propositioning their well heeled
clientele either. Can't a lady sit down in a classy joint without some
putz thinking they're hookers? Not that I think that there aren't any
hookers in vegas, I'm not stupid you know! Ask my mother! But it seems
to me that anyone that spends $2 billion on a place is going to control
what goes on there and I don't mean maybe. Are they just going to let
someone conduct illegal business in their place possibly endangering
their gambling license. I don't think soooooooo. Perhaps they have a
past with Wynn's and are being told they are caught.
I'm not sure why this sparked such curious thoughts in me,
but it did, what with the Sin City rep that LV has and all. All the TV
ads snickering about all the naughty stuff that goes on. And don't
worry, what happens here stays here, right? A couple of classy stunners
walk in to a casino, act in a manner that you would think would be more
than welcome, and they get 86'd, WTH? Anyway, I finish my beer and head
down to the poker room for some low limit. Not much to report here, I
broke about even, but a fellow sitting next to me told me something
after I had told him about the incident in the sports bar, that was the
final catalyst to my journey. He said that most of the legal brothels
have bars that you can just hang out in and have a beer if you want,
just like any bar, and the women will chat with you trying to get some
business. Oh really? Hmmmmm. I know you know where this is leading now,
don't you, you rascals. That's right, I decide that on my way back to
the bay, that I will have a few suds in said establishments. Nothing
wrong with that. After all, the only women that were obviously looking
for company in LV that I have seen ( hey there honey! where you goin in
such a hurry) were for the most part pretty skanky. Even the one Hugh
Grant got busted with doesn't do much for me. Living with Liz Hurley
and you decide to do what? Damn! I'm sure that there are very
expensive,beautiful high class Call Girls in LV, (and most big cities),
but that is the domain of the very rich, and not something that I think
much about. Very wealthy people do whatever they want, always have,
always will. But what is the world like where typical middle class
people are likely to be found? A chance to see and talk to a hooker in
a safe, unjudgmental, casual and most importantly friendly manner, has
a sudden and I will admit alluring feel to it that I find myself
looking forward to more than anything in quite a while. I like people
and have always enjoyed traveling to foreign countries and going to
pubs, etc., and just talking to the locals. I have made many trips just
like that. I decide to begin another.
It is almost midnight so I head back to the room, and start
planning my trip. I spend the rest of that night and most of Monday
searching the web for just where the brothels are, and which ones might
be the ones to visit. It turns out that there two large and famous ones
in Pahrump (Sheri's and the Chicken Ranch), but most of them are in the
Reno/Tahoe area (Bunny Ranch, Kit Kat, Sagebrush, Old Bridge, World
Famous). I decide that I can visit the ones in Pahrump on my way to
Death Valley (don't like that metaphor one bit), and then up the road
to Reno/Tahoe where some others can be visited. I check out early on
Tuesday, spend the rest of the day at Best Buy looking for a digital
camera that I have needed for awhile, hoping that I can use it for the
scenery, both indoor and outdoor. Maybe some of them won't be camera
shy, being as many of them have photo galleries available on the
brothel websites. After dinner, I head out towards Pahrump. Following
the directions from the website, manage to find them both, located not
far from each other.
Just to be safe, I am not going to gives names of the places or
people that I met, because on usenet who knows what will happen ;). I
just want to relay the general state of things. According to what I
read about the places, if you press the buzzer twice instead of just
once, they know you are not there to "party". I buzz twice, the gate
opens, and I walk in. It worked! no lineup is forming for me. I head
over to the bar amid smiles and hellos from the I guess the Madame and
the few ladies around the bar, have a seat, and order a Bud. Since this
was a world that I have never experienced, and never thought I would
since most of the women you see on the prowl in LV do not appeal to me
for their manner as well as their skanky looks, I should have thought
more about what might happen if I found something that I wasn't
expecting and might not be able to deal with. Many of the provocatively
dressed women I see men seem to go crazy over and think are so
beautiful have never really appealed to me that much. I have a definite
preference for what I consider to classy. A person can be very outgoing
or reserved and still have that thing that I am attracted to. Cindy
Crawford has it, Pamela Anderson does not. That's the best description
I can give. I was expecting to find Pamela here. Most of the girls do
try to look like her I guess, as the dress of many of them is what you
would expect, definitely a hint of the tart, sometimes a big hint. It
is what else I see that has caused such a sudden gasp to my
consciousness. Some of them are dressed in long dresses with perfect
makeup and hair. They are young, shapely, and absolutely stunning. The
thing that also strikes me occurs when after a few minutes a customer
comes to the door, and is shown a lineup. Thirteen women lineup and
introduce themselves. Care to guess what feature about them that they
all share? It won't be a surprise when I tell you. That's right, all
thirteen of them are blonds. Even the 2 black girls have blond wigs or
have dyed their hair. Surprise surprise. He picks a lady that I would
not have, but that is not so surprising. They head back to her room for
negotiations. At this point several of the ones that got ready for the
lineup, notice that I am not someone they recognize, so they head in my
direction. I wasn't prepared for this. They are not aggressive at all,
but do walk up and say hello, ask me if I am interested, and say OK
when I say thank you but no thanks, and tell me their names in case I
change my mind. A couple of them do not even talk to me but definately
walk by so that I can see if I am interested. It is taking all my
restraint plus the fact that I purposely didn't bring any money with me
other than beer money to say no. Several of them are as I said, young,
classy looking, soft spoken, sweet smiling, and absolutely gorgeous.
Tie me to the mast, the Sirens are gonna get me! They have thought of
everything, they even have an ATM, damn! I forget to forget the card.
One of them asks if I will at least buy her a drink, and I say of
course. This is what I came here for anyway. She orders, smiles, and
sits down next to me. She appears to be about 25 years old, shoulder
length blond hair, is somewhat small chested, but is absolutely cute as
a bug. She has a somewhat shy manner until you talk to her. Did I say
she was cute? She has on a long cowgirl style dress and is wearing
hiking shoes! She starts asking me questions right away; my name, where
am I from, what do I do? I tell her the truth of course. After some
small talk, I manage to ask her if she has ever worked outside the
ranch. She says yes, but it is not worth the hassle. She says the
casinos have women that pretend to be hookers patrol the floor looking
for both working women and customers. One followed her into the
bathroom once and told her she knew she was working and if she caught
her they would have her put in jail, banned from the property, etc. Now
that is something that doesn't surprise me. Being as I am here talking
to her, and have no reason to look in a casino for a hooker, I don't
think she was just saying this trying to make sure that I don't take my
business there. We talk a short while more, and I can't help but notice
how sweet she seems to be. Not a hard edge on her anywhere that I can
sense. She doesn't discuss Shakespeare or Tolstoy, but I have always
believed in that old saw, that it is better to be pleasant than smart
in life is true. I don't ask her, and I don't intend to ask any of
them, how much money she makes, as that is always rude to anyone. I
finish my beer and decide that I better get out of here or I will give
in to their charms. So I talk a short while longer with her and tell
her that if I did decide to party, it would be with her as she is the
sweetest and prettiest one there (probably true), but I have to go
because I have to drive and if I stay I will drink more and not be able
to drive. She seems to like being told she is sweet and pretty as much
as anyone I have ever met. People are people I guess. I leave and get
me a cheap room in Pahrump as it is late by now, and I want to drive
through Death Valley during the day when it is cool.
A place such as Death Valley has its own attraction. The earth
is usually thought of as oceans, trees and such, but being here tends
to make me more appreciative of the grace of the planet on which I
live. My true mother and father. From dust we came, to dust we shall
return. All of us. And this place has to be the most properly named
place on Earth. A bit of trivia. The world record high temperature of
136 deg F was set in Libya in 1922. Death Valley held the previous
record at 134 deg. set in 1915 (global warming? the record high has
stood for 84 years). But the 134 deg was measured at Furnace Creek, not
Badwater(the low point below sea level) where history has shown is
almost always 1 or 2 deg hotter than Furnace Creek. This is one hot
place folks! Bring water, lots of it. Being able to drive through in
air conditioned comfort and observe nature in a different vein is a
true blessing. I drive through and also go through the Panamint Valley
on my way to the Owens Valley and a drive up the eastern edge of the
Sierras to Lake Tahoe. I had entertained heading west at Lee Vining to
drive through Yosemite, but I am curious if what I have seen in Pahrump
is typical, or just an abberation. There are several more brothels in
Reno and I can catch the ones outside Carson City on my way back to Lee
Vining. The drive up the hwy 395 is beautiful.
Reno use to be as large or larger than Vegas, but has not grown
anywhere near as much. The view looking west from the Reno Hilton at
sunset against the deep blue sky that you get here in the dry high
desert, is one of the most picturesque city sights I know of. Most
people do not seem to agree with that, but I like it alot. After some
blackjack where the dealer won another seven hands in a row, I decide
that this is not a gambling trip, and decide to visit one of the
brothels outside Reno. Just me and my beer. I use the same double buzz
at the gate, and it works here too, as I am only met by a few ladies
who ask if I am intersted, no lineup. I tell them to meet me at the bar
and I will buy them a drink. A particularly curvaceous woman, though
not large breasted, with brownish red hair that shines and has that
long flowing curve that I like so much, smiles and says great and
escorts me to the bar. She is dressed not to my liking because if she
were walking down the street, the very short, tight skirt and top she
has on would say what she pretty much is. From a distance it was hard
to notice her face that much, and most beautiful women do not dress
this waybut by the time we sit on the barstools I can see that she is
absolutely beautiful. Her makeup is very good, and the tint she has
chosen for her hair is great, it goes well with her complexion.
She appears to be in her late twenties, and is about 5' 7" tall. She
has an accent that is not American, so I ask her where she is from."
Germany" she says," but I live here now". To make a long story short,
she works on and off pretty much as she wants, whatever that is, and is
saving money to buy a house somewhere. She asks me why I am not
interested. I tell her I am only curious and besides, I don't have the
several hundred or even the thousands of dollars that the websites say
it costs for a good time. Big mistake. She perks up, smiles, and says
that she will give me 30 min for $200. I'm glad that I don't have $200.
I hope that she doesn't leave before I have a chance to talk to her
more. She doesn't as I guess she thinks that I might change my mind. As
we talk further, she asks me if I am interested in a two girl party, as
she has a close friend that she points out to me. Her friend is a tall
(5'11" she says), slim, waist length platinum blond that she says is
also from Germany. She appears to be in her early thirties, is wearing
a very nice dress, and is also absolutely beautiful. B cup I would
guess, as is the one I am talking to. A little later she says her
friend lives with another woman when she is not working at the ranch.
"She says she is Bisexual, but I think she likes women better". I don't
remember who brought the subject up, but I ask her if she has ever
worked outside the brothel. Yes, she says, but it is not worth the
hassle." Do you have a boyfriend?" I ask her for some reason, and she
says to my total surprise that she is married, as is her friend. Knock
me over with a feather. (Honey, I'm off to work at the whorehouse, be
back in three weeks). Duh. She then says that about half the women
there are married. Knock me over again. I try to act normal and don't
ask her about her hubby. The rest of the time it is just small talk
until she makes another pitch to me. It gets boring being couped up in
the same place all day for three weeks, so, if I will agree to an
outdate, she will go with me for 24 hrs if I will take her a few places
in addition to my room, "not only sex" she says in a soft voice. Dinner
and maybe something else, all for $400. I'm really in trouble now. She
invites me back to her room to talk further, and I tell her that I
still don't plan on partying and I don't want her to miss an
opportunity if a guy shows up. She says that they will buzz her if
someone comes, and she won't miss a chance if they do. So I follow her
back to her room, and I see why she would like to get out of the house.
The room was OK with a nice bed and TV, but it was rather small, and I
can't imagine staying here for three weeks at a time, even with a pool
out back. She has some photos on her dresser mirror, and a couple of
them are of her at a restaurant with some friends. In one photo she is
dressed in a nice flower print dress and is smiling a big smile. I
can't ever remember seeing a more beautiful woman anywhere, anytime.
No, she is not a Cindy Crawford, but she is very, very close. After a
short time in her room talking about her photos, the buzzer sounds. She
says don't worry, just stay here and I will be back. "I probably won't
get picked so don't worry". I somehow agree to stay and continue
looking at her photos. As I hear her footsteps coming back, it sounds
like she is not alone! Oh ***! What if it is my boss or next door
neighbor (how you hangin, Frank?). She comes in alone, the extra
footsteps are of a very big boned woman following her. Whew! I realize
now she thought she had a better shot at me if she kept me in her room
to talk. I escape when I tell her I don't have more than beer money
with me (true). I say I was just curious what it was like here and I
would maybe be back when I could afford it. She smiles again and walks
with me back to the bar. She says that she is going to get something to
eat in the kitchen, so I just have a seat. I order another beer, tip
the bartender, and look around and make eye contact with a couple of
ladies hoping that they will come over and sit down. Well, one of them
does! She is an outgoing brunette that is slim and also absolutely
beautiful. We talk for a while and she is very friendly and appears to
have a very good sense of humor, as she jokes with several of the women
as they walk by. She offers some info about herself and a few others
that she points out. Nothing bad or gossipy. The other one that I made
eye contact with, she says is a local college student making money
during the summer rather than go back home. We continue to talk for
about ten minutes, but since I am not interested in partying, she says
goodbye, gives me a hug, and heads back to her room. The college
student is sitting by herself, somewhat away from the other women, and
has her head leaned back with her eyes closed, apparently trying to
rest. She is not frowning, but she is not smiling either. I hope she is
just bored. She appears to have a somewhat sad look to her. I want to
talk to her, as she appears to be the youngest one here. She is
somewhat petite, about 5' 3" tall, medium chested, and has beautiful,
long, Raven colored hair and a very light complexion. The contrast is
very appealing. I decide to let her alone as she may be trying to keep
to herself. I finish my beer, and slowly leave, making a point to walk
by the Raven haired girl as I go out to get a better look. She
apparently hears my footsteps, and leans her head forward and opens her
eyes as I approach. I smile and say hello as I approach and she perks
up somewhat, and smiles and says hello as I go by. I decide to keep
walking because viewed from close up, she is probably the prettiest
woman I have seen in the brothels so far, and that my friends is saying
alot. If I talk to her, she is going to bag me! I really need to leave.
There are at least five women here that could be on the cover of any
magazine there is tomorrow, and nobody would think anything is out of
the ordinary. I head back to the Peppermill for some low limit poker.
Again, nothing much to report here. I broke about even in a couple of
hours play. Just time to think about what I am doing on this trip. The
Peppermill is one unique place don't you think? The decor is
phosphorescent art deco, but somehow it works for me. The Blackjack
dealers are some of the hottest dealers around too! One of my favorite
casinos. Affordable rooms that are great for the price.
The next day I spend time driving around Lake Tahoe, something
that I haven't done in quite a while now. It is still as beautiful as
ever. I will never get tired of this place. Once I arrive at the South
shore, I try my luck at BJ at what use to be Ceasars Tahoe. I manage to
win a small amount after a couple of hours. Card counting works it
seems. Several times when I make big bets with a favorable decks, I
usually win them. Without them, I would have finished way down. At
dinner I ponder whether to visit a brothel in Carson City. I decide
that if I was able to walk out of the one I last visited without giving
in, I could do the same today. So I head for Carson City after dinner.
I do the same double buzz as before at the gate and go in. Things are
pretty much the same here as at the other two, except that the bar is
larger, and I am not the only guy sitting and having a beer. After
several of the women walk up, talk for a while, and ask if I want to
party, I am left alone for a few minutes to enjoy the sites and the
beer. There were several very nice looking ones, although not quite as
nice as yesterday. One of them did have, what to me at least, was a
perfect figure. And I mean perfect, and natural. A very nice face too,
although not quite model quality. Just lots of curves in the proper
proportions. Not as large chested as Pam Anderson, but to me better. So
sue me. After a few minutes at the bar, a young woman taps me on the
shoulder. I had not noticed her walking up behind me, and I turn around
to see what appears to be about a 25 year old lady with short platinum
blond hair done in kind of cresent shaped sides, each parted from the
top of her head, that draped down to almost the base of her neck. She
has bright blue eyes, is about 5' 2" tall, lots of curves, and one of
the best pairs of breasts God ever created. She is wearing a sequined
bikini that draws your eyes to her body. She is tanned and extremely
cute. Sandra Dee with more curves. She is vivacious and asks if I would
like to come back to her room and talk it over. I stutter that I am
only here for a beer, and she says that that is OK, we can just talk
for awhile if that is what I want to do. Since that is what I am here
for, she doesn't have to ask me twice. We walk back to her room, and
she sits on the bed and I sit in a chair. She is bubbly and starts
asking me the usual questions. I decide not to pry into her personal
life if she does not offer the info first. Mentioning money is what got
me in trouble before, so I don't bring the subject up. She seems very
intelligent so I believe her when she says she also attends college.
Says she doesn't want to do this for a long time, and realized she
needed a good job to pay the bills when she got older, so off to
college. UC Davis she says, "I'll go back in the fall. I had a bad
marraige when I was younger, and that taught me that I couldn't count
on marraige as security". She lays on her side facing me with her head
propped up by her forearm, gives me a great Cheshire Cat grin and says,
"sure you don't care to party, these are real you know", as she quickly
lifts her bra top exposing one of breast for a couple of seconds. I say
the magic words that allow me to leave, "I don't have but thirty odd
dolllars with me" I say. She says OK, if I ever decide to come back,
call ahead and ask if she is working. I tell her that I will buy her a
drink if she wants, and she says that it helps with the management if
they can talk guys into buying drinks as well, so she walks back to the
bar with me and orders her usual. The drinks are reasonably priced to
get guys in here for the drinks. About the time we get the drinks, a
guy buzzes in, and a lineup starts to form facing the door. A black
lady sitting a few stools away asks someone across the room something
that I don't understand, and they shout something else back that I also
don't understand. All the women I see except the one I am talking to
and the black lady get in the lineup. The black lady moves over towards
us and sits down. I ask both of them why they aren't in the lineup. The
black lady says that the guy coming in is black also, so why bother, he
won't choose me. "Now this honey here didn't go because she's suppose
to give the rest of us a chance" she says as she points to the blond.
She laughs and says the blond gets picked about nine out of ten times.
Makes sense to me. The blond doesn't say anything but I know it is not
far from the truth. She is not what you would call a classic beauty,
but her size, voice, figure, and mischievous smile give her a sex
appeal that is magnetic. A very cute, shapely, surfer girl is how she
strikes me. I manage to leave without giving in to temptation, as I had
planned. I decide that this is enough experience for me, and head back
to my hotel room.
I guess now that my scouting trip into the world of Nevada
brothels is over, I have to state that while I don't believe that
behavior such as this is what one should be doing with one's life, for
the the women or the customers. But the conditions and apparent life
that the women lead is far better than what the everyday hooker and
streetwalker has to endure. I have never paid for illegal sex, but
plenty of guys do, and as long as they do, the absolute degrading life
they lead and the way the pimps demand them to do anything with anyone
for a buck, and leave them used up, penniless, and abandoned when they
get older is an intolerable situation. If making prostitution legal
everywhere would eliminate this treatment, I would be for it. But given
what has happened in Europe where it is legal in most places, where the
police still do not seem to be able to prevent women from poor
countries being lied to and coerced into what is little more than sex
slavery from happening even in some of the legal brothels, I am not
convinced that this would not also happen here. If the only brothels
that were allowed had a social worker or someone to review each woman's
case before they are allowed to work to determine if they are free to
do what they want to, or are desperate and feel they have to do it to
survive. Prohibition was an attempt to eliminate the bad side of
alcohol that was destroying so many families. But it didn't work, even
most of its proponents admitted that after it was repealed. Does
prohibition of prostitution work? I don't know for sure. There are so
many "ifs".

Nevada Nic



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