"You look like you need medical help" - said to me by one of the working girls at a southern ranch after I staggered back to the bar with my party companion after a particularly intense, exhausting session. (In between labored, deep breaths, I muttered something about looking for a defibrilator in reply.)
Labor Day weekend is coming and another one of Dennis's great pool party....I wonder what's on the menu for "eating"
Not a brothel-inspired quote, but it sure could be! At work, co-worker says, "I'm going to play some Josh Turner at 1 o'clock. Haven't played one of his songs in awhile". I respond with, "Oh, he has a nice deep voice, you'll increase your female listening audience for sure!" He responds, "I know, those women all like it DEEP" I'm still laughing one hour later
One of my first parties was interesting, I was sitting with 2 ladies talking and they asked me what I was there for. I was a little sarcastic and said, "I'm here for the tiddlywinks tournament." One of the ladies laughed the other walked off, guess which one I partied with. LOL
I can also attest to ladies coming out to the bar asking about batteries, lube and/or toys. Always hilarious.
I do remember hearing an altercation between two girls at one brothel. I can’t remember what was said it why it started. What I do remember is that some potential customers walked out, so those girls lost that brothel some business.
Just heard: “this hand doesn’t drip” And @JadeJasper and i began to attempt rapping the lyrics “drip too hard don’t stand too close you gon... f*** around and drown off this wave”
Guy: Psst hey buddy, man she's expensive. Sharky: Huh, who her? (Subtly indicates lady out in the parlor) Guy: Yeah her Sharky: Why do you say that? Guy: *whispers* She wants 20 grand for an hour. Sharky: Oh hey don't worry, thats just for you. It's called an "a$$hole tax". Guy: Oh, really? Hey wait what did you say? Sharky: *laughing* You heard me.
Me on my last brothel trip just walking in. Bartender: How ya doin’ hun? Me: I need a friendly ear and when I’m ready, a friendly body.
When I used to visit regularly I could sit at the bar and hear a few ladies talking amongst themselves and hear some of the following; "GAWD, I need some D*ck" "I got to get batteries when I go to town" "Hey, I need my Hitachi back."
When I went for my first time, my mom and my uncle took me to Wells. After a while, my uncle came back and waited for me at the bar. Bartender: Are you looking for a date? My uncle: No. I’m waiting for my nephew. Bartender: Which one is he? My uncle: He’s kinda dressed as a biker. Bartender: Oh, him! He’s cute! He got with one of our best girls. Meanwhile, my mom is sitting in the front seat of my uncle’s car, crocheting, in front of the brothel, and caught the interest of a few guys out front. She leans her head out the window and says, “I’m on break!”
