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There are a couple of legal brothels about 60 miles out of Vegas. I decided to rent a car and head into the desert at dusk. I've never experienced a desert sunset, but it was majestic. A timelapse of my journey would have been poetic.
The glow of Vegas gave way to the cosmic wonder of the desert. Then, the glowing darkness was overtaken by a sad series of neon lights, showing ultra-campy silhouettes of "showgirl" signs and arrows pointing to a hot pink door. Subtle as a bullhorn.
As I stepped inside, a madam welcomed me and swiftly led me on a tour. "We conduct weekly health tests on our staff," she assured me as she swung open the door to one of the themed rental rooms—a (very rundown) Greek-themed chamber adorned with columns and Papyrus writing on the walls. Fucking Papyrus.
Anyway, she took me through their habitrail of sadness and to the bar where the girls, one by one, would come up and introduce themselves.
Not surprisingly, I found it really easy to talk to them. I'm always horny, but I'm not thirsty. There is a difference. As a result, our conversations flowed in a genuinely funny and semi-deep way. Eventually, I chose this cute-ish girl, who led me to her room.