So those of you who’ve gotten the chance to get to know me are well aware that I am a HUGE history nerd and this blog is giving me to talk about my favorite historical figure- Molly B’dam. I love the lost stories of history and I love working in the field I work in. So I figured I would marry those loves and tell you about a famous sex worker.
So let’s talk about Hookers in History by introducing you all to Molly B’dam
Molly was born in 1853 on December 26th in Dublin, Ireland as Maggie Hall. She decided marriage and a life of servitude to a husband in Ireland wasn’t her thing. At age twenty she moved to America ready to try her luck. Sadly the luck of the Irish left her at the New York harbor and like many young Irish women of the time she was unable to find employment due to anti-Irish discrimination.
She became a barmaid in a place… well let’s just say the good church ladies of New York didn’t dine there. She quickly met a young man name Burdan who was enamored with her certain je ne se quoi. They were quickly married and promptly disowned by Burdan’s father.
Burdan’s father had the right idea about his son as he wanted nothing to do but lay around and gamble all day. Without Daddy’s money Burdan soon needed another way to pay off his gambling friends. He convinced Maggie to change her name to Molly and suggested she start sleeping with his debt collectors.
Maggie now Molly was a smart woman and soon realized she was the goose that laid the golden egg in her marriage. Rather than waiting for a smart witted giant killer to spirit her away she took off on her own and headed west. On the way to Idaho, dressed in her expensive furs and on her horse a blizzard struck up. Molly took a single woman traveling with her baby into an abandoned cabin on the trail. Wrapped in her furs the three travelers waited out the gale in relative safety and comfort. In the morning Molly set them back on the trail to Murray, Idaho.
The rest of the caravan had given them up for dead until Molly walked into town with the other woman and child on her horse. Greeting the surprised folks Molly promptly asked for the first cabin of the red light district (the madam’s cabin) and room and board for her friend.
With her Irish accent the townsman thought he heard her husband’s name as Molly B’dam. As a woman who fell from the mercy of the Catholic church in favor of making her own fortune the pseudonym may have been a blessing and a prophecy.
Her legend doesn’t stop there however! During a smallpox outbreak the good and godly citizens of the town hid in fear of catching the disease. Molly organized a town meeting, called them all cowards, and politely but efficiently demanded that the local hotel be turned over to her and her working ladies to be used as a hospital and would the healthy men of the town get off their asses and start burying the damn dead.
I doubt any of you will be surprised to find that the townsmen and women were properly cowed, shamed and behaved themselves. There’s an interesting side note of science and vaccines and germ theory in the fact that few if any of Molly’s working girls and Molly herself never contracted the smallpox disease. That, however, is another blog post for another day. It is suffice to say that Molly saved the town by implementing the common sense of quarantining the sick and properly disposing of the dead. Somehow the god fearing folk of the town hadn’t made it that far in their planning.
Molly was well known in the entire gold rush area for both her charity and her business savvy. She and her working girls routinely visited widows with gifts and food and clothing. She also visited men injured in mine accidents and would often offer up one of her cabins to families in need. She may have been excommunicated from the church but she held fast to her ideals of what it means to be a good person.
Molly’s legend did not end in her premature death. She contracted consumption or what we now know as tuberculosis. Apparently working yourself to exhaustion to help the town you live in is a bad idea. Note to self…
She has obviously not been forgotten since her tragically early death at 34. She is buried in the Murray town cemetery with a grave that reads “Sacred to life, Maggie Hall, Molly B’dam.” She is still referred to as the patron saint of Murray and the town celebrates the Molly B’dam Gold Rush Days every year.
One of my favorite Molly stories that I will leave you with today is that she once is said to have dragged a bathtub into the middle of the town street and informed the miners that if they filled it with gold dust she’d jump right in- wearing nothing but a promise and a smile.
The town of Murray currently has a population of 89 people. However part of the town, in one of the two original town buildings is the Spragpole Museum and Inn. In the museum there is a recreation of Molly’s bedroom. She’s been immortalized in song, in books and in oral legend. There is one surviving photo that is believed to belong to her but her visage is best remembered in her charity and her American grit.
I love this story because it shows the passion, kindness and savy that so many working girls still carry today. This is a lost story of history that continues to resonate with our world today. I tossed in a photo that is believed to be of Molly.
Thank you for taking the time to read this Blog about Hookers in History.
I am Currently a Sagebrush Ranch Starlet.
We all have secrets and desires we want to share. Those little things we need in our lives that we haven’t quite found yet. We all want to touch, taste, feel and see all the world has to offer. Sadly, we are often limited in what we can explore in ourselves and others. Luckily all those taboos and limitations fall away when you enter my room. Secrets become shared experiences and every desire is chased after to completion.
I am not a doctor and these statements have not been evaluated by the FDA. This blog post is here for entertainment value 🙂 and I have no intention to heal, treat, cure, or diagnose with my methods. Consult your doctor before starting any regimen that might be potentially helpful and awesome for you!
So let’s start with some basic facts to start!
Essential oils:
Have been used for centuries as a holistic treatment to enhance emotional and physical well-being
Have fascinating aromatic qualities
Exist primarily as qualities that help protect the plants
Have history as alternative medicine
Known to Induce relaxation, clarity, focus, and other desired effects
Are extracted from various parts of plants, including bark, berries, flowers, leaves, peel, resin, rhizome, roots, and seeds
Can be breathed in, ingested, or applied directly to the skin
You may, or may not be surprised to know how widely-accepted the use of essential oils has become. Licensed masseuses, professional acupuncturists, and certified yoga instructors use these special oils as tools to enhance their work.
By integrating oils into the healing modality, (let’s say sex-therapy in my case), the energy and balance which is cultivated in the session will be enhanced with longer-lasting stability and feel-good effects. The oils interact holistically within our bodies at the cellular level.
These stable molecules are lipid soluble and therefore, rapidly are absorbed and accepted into the body. When I worked for an herbalist back home I learned to appreciate that holistic plant medicine is not forceful, but instead it gently assists the body in it’s optimal functioning. The body is able to pick and use what it needs and is able to dispel the rest.
Personally, I like to add a few drops of my essential oil to a palmful of sweet almond oil to create a uniquely rockin’ massage oil. When I massage the oils into the skin, (I like to do the temples, chest, and bottoms of the feet) I am giving you Instant benefits because the body pulls the oils in due to increased blood flow in these areas.
That sweet stimuli of touch is my secret to meaningful and memorable moments here at the ranch. Warm touch invites a sense of connection and trust.
I take you into my room and ask you to select what kind of feeling you would like: Uplifting, Invigorating, or Calming.
From there, I will walk over to my oils box and select a couple of options for you to smell, perhaps a cedar wood and a juniper balancing mix if you ask to feel calm, strong, and rooted. If you are looking to ‘wake up!’ Peppermint and citrus smell are my classic go-to. For a sexy, subtle and sultry experience, I often favor ylang ylang and jasmine. I also have a cocoa smelling oil for a really nice treat!
I like diffuse the oil throughout the air for a divine aromatic experience.
Certain essential oils have proven to enhance the libido. They reduce stress and can regulate hormones. I insist that my clients’ exit my space in a more healthy, happy and balanced state then when they first arrive. The usage of essential oils, paired with my down-to earth, sweet caring vibes do just that.
Rose Oil, Bold and Daring: It is no wonder why the exchange roses are so popular among lovers. Rose oil is utilized for it aphrodisiac and calming qualities.
Jasmine Oil, Unique, Balancing and Exotic: The flowers of the jasmine plant are quite warm and sensual. I use to enhance a romantic encounter and increase attraction. Pure Jasmine oil will refresh the senses and enhance alertness.
Clary Sage, Balancing and Soothing: When hormonal imbalances are at play, clary sage provides a homeopathic approach to return to balance. Clary Sage can uplift a cloudy mood.
Yang Ylang, Rich and Invigorating: With a gentle floral scent that appeals to most; it elevates sexual energy often can be paired with a sandalwood to create an earthy invitation.
Neroli, Intense and Uplifting: This scent is derived from the orange blossoms and increases sexual desire. Neroli also is a stress reliever and hormone balancer.
Fennel, Sweet and Spicy: Increases libido due to some estrogenic effects. It’s usage supports the female body in it’s unique systems
I love essential oils and I think that you will too.
Sexy and fit, Mercedes is the luxury companion with a body that can do things you won't believe. A headliner at Dennis Hof's Moonlite Bunny Ranch, Mercedes looks forward to turning every single one of your sexual fantasies into sweet memories.
I have always secretly preferred small penises because they look cute, they’re easier to play with and they are a better fit for my petite body. Now my secret is out.
I count myself as a pretty lucky girl because an average penis is just over 5 inches when hard. This means a 5 incher is the most “normal” type of penis to have. In fact, there is no biological advantage for penises to be bigger. When it comes to function, smaller is better. So here are some of my reasons for believing less is more when it comes to penis size.
The orgasm-inducing part of my vagina is the first 2-3 inches into it. My clit and the soft, warm tissue leading to and just inside my opening have the highest number of pleasure-receptors. That’s why typically mouth, tongue, & fingers can make a woman cum more easily than a penis can. But with your fun-sized penis, you don’t need to penetrate deeper to give me orgasms if you know how to use your little guy. The same principle applies to anal sex. Smaller simply fits better and is less likely to create pain during penetration. The sexiest thing of all to me is cumming with your penis inside me which is more possible because you are built for me.
Call me selfish, but I know you are more likely to go out of your way to please me in bed. You probably worried a lot that your penis couldn’t satisfy a woman so you compensated by developing other talents in the bedroom to distract from what you thought was a weakness. I have news for you. About 75% of women cannot climax by penile penetration alone. And that’s a big reason you are ahead of the game when it cums to pleasing me in bed. Unlike the well-endowed guys who assumed they were pleasing the girl, you actually worked at it and cultivated skills.
And don’t even get me started on blowjobs! On second thought, please do. I’m just going to call it like it is. A smaller penis equals better blowjobs. If you go by most of the porn films out there, it’s fair to say most people think it looks sexy to see a small woman nibble on big hulking cocks. How do you think it feels to the nibbled on, though? No matter how good any girl is at giving a blow-job, a guy with a giant schlong will never get to see her best work. Even if she has the talents of a sword swallower, her teeth will likely scrape the shaft. I’ve actually met “well-hung” men who felt frustrated and deprived of ever getting a satisfying blowjob because their partners couldn’t go down far enough before gagging or couldn’t sustain long enough without getting TMJ. Forget about being able find out how it feels to get your whole package gobbled up.
There are other downsides for men who have plus-sized organs. It’s not as easy to get a condom that fits, they have to have specially tailored pants, and their penis hits the water when they sit on the toilet. But, I have good news for you if you are one of the unfortunate over-endowed. As you get older, it’s normal for your penis size to decrease. By the time you’re in your 60s to 70s you will likely lose over a half an inch in penis size. And that is a good thing.
And it’s not just with me that you smaller guys have an advantage. Men with 5 inches or less can literally copulate with anyone for successful penetrating sex. Your penis was designed to easily insert into the greatest number of women. Yours fits comfortably into a woman’s vagina not to mention her anus. Best of all, because it’s smaller, you can maneuver it better and deliver the stimulation right where your partner needs it. This means you have a much broader range of women you can have sex with. And, lots of women prefer smaller penises. You read that right. There’s lots to love about a guy with an average or below average sized penis. This is probably the exact opposite of what you grew up believing and your first response might be to assume I’m making this up. But ponder this: some men love women with big asses, some men love women with small titties, some men love skinny, or curvy, or small, or tall, or dark, or fair women. Your preferences for physical traits in the opposite sex can vary wildly. Why should women be any different? Just as you do, I like what I like. And, if you have a fun-sized mini-schlong – I like what you’ve got.
As a matter of fact, I like it so much I am offering a “Less Means More Special”. Mention this blog when you come to see me and if you measure 5” or less & will give you extra time with me at no extra charge.
I have a broad base of interests and enjoy the fine art of verbal intercourse. I am drawn to the Geisha model of providing whole quality encounters rather than slutting my stuff. I am told that I provide a calming influence and I’ve been described as smooth and soothing. This may be true but my chill exterior is the tip of the iceberg. Explore below my surface and you will discover a profound sexuality that will make your imagination feel small.
Thank you all in advance for reading my post, I want to introduce myself as we have not yet met. After you are done reading this post you will know me well.
I am not one to go out and publicly speak, I tend to concentrate on managing our business’s instead. But, I did want to come forward on this subject instead of answering a question or stating something here and there.It took me a while to gather up the history and facts about the Lyon County brothels and have posted this letter in multiple social media platforms to better educate the public on how the brothels work and what the procedures are. No one has better knowledge on this subject than myself, after all, I am the general manager of all the Lyon County brothels and have been since Feb. 1993. I understand you are already aware of some of the items but maybe some items you are not aware of that I would like to share.
I have listed a little of the history and facts of the brothels because I am sure that the general public is unaware of where it all started.
History of Lyon County Brothels
1955 Moonlight Ranch
1970 Starlight Ranch and is moved and renamed Miss Kitty’s Guest Ranch
1971 Prostitution became legal
1992 Dennis Hof purchases Moonlight and becomes The Moonlight BunnyRanch
1996 Dennis Hof purchases Miss Kitty’s Guest Ranch
2013 Dennis Hof purchases SageBrush Ranch
2016 Dennis Hof opens Kit Kat Ranch
Please refer to Lyon County Business and License regulations to be able to own and have a brothel license.
Not everyone who applies can get one. It’s an extensive federal background check.
1992 Sheriff Sid Smith approves Dennis Hof to have a brothel license.
2011 Sheriff Allen Veil approves Suzette Cole to be on all Lyon County brothels licenses after reviewing extensive back ground check. Investigation reporting fees are $4,000 paid by submitted.
License and Business fees that are paid Annually
Business Licenses $356,000
Room and board tax $12,000
Silver Springs medical Center $26,000
Over $50,000 for licenses for employees and working girls
Employees and Working girls who live in Lyon County pay personal taxes.
Statement from Jeff Page, Lyon County Executive
June 2010 to present
“Brothels don’t pay business taxes, but contribute nearly $500,000 in other fees to the county which goes toward paying the county fleet of vehicles. With only 52,000 residents, the county would be hard pressed to make up that revenue if the brothels were banned. From a financial perspective, it means it has to come from someplace else.”
That place would be coming from the Lyon County citizen’s pockets.
Some have stated that we are only 1% of the yearly budget, this is just not true.The yearly budget is 30 million, but first all mandatory bills and expenses have to be paid out of that budget.For instance, all county employee’s salaries and county expensesetc;have to come right off the top.Then after those are paid thats when our feesthat we pay in are factored and it’s more like 30 % of the left over budget.
Sheriff Sid Smith and Sheriff Allen Veil neither had an issue with the brothels in Lyon County. Is it to be said that Sheriff Smith, Sheriff Veil and the previous sheriffs did not know what was best for their county? Seems people are trying to force their religion upon others. I believe in freedom of speech and the freedom of religion.
Lyon County Brothels are the biggest donators in the County
Animal parks
Food banks
Sheriff’s ARK program
Boys and girls club
High School
Toys for Tots
Personal hardships and numerous others.
We always have had a donation box in the foyers of all our ranches to give back to the community. Over the years it has added up into tens of thousands of dollars.
Please refer to Lyon County Legal Prostitution Fees and Requirements for a legal prostitute to get her license, She first has to have a
Hepatitis test, which is done once a year.
HIV and Syphilis tests, which are done once a month
Chlamydia and gonorrhea tests, which are done once a week.
All these fees are paid for by the working girl, that goes into hundreds of thousands of dollars a year which are handled through the Silver Springs Renown Medical Center on top of the $26K that we pay towards every year. That keeps the medical center open for all the Lyon County citizens to be able to visit.
After the lab tests has come back with negative results, the working girl goes to the sheriff’s station and fills out an application.
Lyon County has the strictest rules out of all the counties in Nevada to be able to obtain a sheriff’s card. It is easier to become a Lyon County Deputy than it is to become a legal prostitute.
And more importantly, there has NEVER EVER been a case of HIV positive in the history of legalized prostitution and you cannot say that about any other profession in the United States. Lyon County has been doing it right by legalizing it and regulating it.
I have never in the 26 years of working in the brothels have never tried to recruit a lady to work here. They all have contacted us. I receive over 1,500 emails a month from ladies who want to work. The ladies are never held against their will. They can come and go as they please. They are never asked to do something that they don’t want to on any level.
Current history and facts in Las Vegas, NV on Illegal prostitution.
More than 3,000 active pimps and over 32,000 girls come to Las Vegas to be in illegal prostitution.
300 girls under the age of 16 that are being trafficking all the time.
Sexually transmitted diseases as HIV are the highest in Las Vegas than any other city.
Unsafe for customers and girls who are in illegal prostitution. Rapes, trafficking, scams, theft, drugs and of course, murder.
IF the brothels are banned, those numbers will surely go up.
Brief Summary of Dennis Hof
Born in Arizona in 1947, he comes from a hard working lower class family. His mother worked in the school cafeterias and his father was a mail man. Dennis always had worked all his life for the better life.
He has worked and purchased many gas stations in the Arizona, Lake Tahoe and Reno areas. He became involved with the time share condo business and saved up enough money to purchase the Moonlight BunnyRanch. A legal business in which he saw could make it a better place.
You can read all about his life in his autobiography, The Art of a Pimp. A no holds bar about his life. What you see what you get. He has no secrets. He has made himself a self made millionaire by being the media genius with his unique business sense.
Brief Summary of Suzette Cole
Born in Oakland 1955, moved to Lake Tahoe in the late fifties. She was always in business with her family and had a business sense and worked well with others. Worked as a cocktail waitress at Harrah’s Lake Tahoe for several years in the mid eighties and was top trainer and spokes person for the new hires for the entire human resource dept.
Moved to Carson City from Lake Tahoe. In Feb 1993, answered a little ad in the newspaper stated hostess wanted. Curiously she applied and started as a hostess, bartender, cashier, asst. manager and general manger to present, opening up all of Dennis’s brothels over the years.
The Banning of Lyon County Brothels
Every once in a while we have a few people who want the brothels gone. But this time, it has been politically targeted personally towards Dennis Hof.
First off, the “No little girl “ committee is based out of Reno. Why are they not targeting the Mustang Ranch? Because they said themselves, they want Dennis Hof out of business. They say no local big businesses want to be in the same county. What about Telsa next to Mustang Ranch? On their website, they have faq’s.They made up the questions, then they made up the answers. If they were to ask me the same questions, they would get different answers.They are talking about illegal prostitution.You can not compare the illegal and legal prostitution.It is apples and oranges.
The ladies, employees, and all the people in Lyon County have their own religion. One religion is not better than another. But most importantly, they all come from the same core belief, Do good, be good within our hearts.
There’s a reason why The County Commissioners are in position. They get all the facts then they vote to make the right decision. The public does not have all the facts and are not educated enough to be able to make that decision. What happens when the public wants to out law guns? Liquor, gaming, whats next, the color that you wear? Are they going to vote that people can’t wear black after 8pm? What about religion and race? Is that next that it has to be a certain religion or race to be able to live in Lyon County? That appears to be the route that this is going.
People make statements that just are not true about legal prostitution and others automatically believe what they hear.
For instance there is a girl named Rebekah Charleston who is working with No little Girl, and I have no idea who she is. I personally not ever seen her before and do not recall her working with us. I have had our accounting department run her name and nothing comes up. If she did come out here it was not long enough to receive a tax form.
Another is a person named Deanne Holliday.She is a disgruntled former employee who has been spreading lies about us and the brothels for years. People say something and people automatically believe that it is gospel.
If it goes on the ballot, and if the brothels are shut down, they take it out of the commissioner’s hands, they have to wait until the next vote goes back on the ballot on the following year. And the Commissioner’s hands are tied even to vote on the smallest issue.Which doesn’t make too much sense.Especially, when it might be an urgent situation that has to be resolved quickly.
We employ over 550 independent contractors every year and over 125 employees. They are dependent on their jobs to take care of themselves and their families. We have employees that have been with us over 15 years and longer. We do business with the local businesses in Lyon County because we want to keep it in the community.
“No little Girl” states, the prostitutes will just go home. No, they won’t, the ladies will go out on the streets and get caught up in the illegal side of prostitution. That’s why the girls come here to the brothels in the first place, to try and do the right thing and be legal. Prostitution is the oldest profession and it will not go away, this is why Lyon County legalized it so that way it can be regulated and keep it under control.
The Working Girls are here to make a better life for themselves, their children and their families. They are going to school, getting Masters Degrees, buying homes, putting their children through school, taking care of their families. How and Why do I know this? Because it has been my life, my whole life for the last 26 years. I do not have a husband or a boyfriend. I have no children, these girls are my children and family. I work hard and I keep a tight ship. I do not have a record or issues with the Law, not even a parking ticket. I respect the law and live a clean life. I do not drink, smoke and have a zero tolerance on all drugs. The ladies respect me as their Mother, because in a way I am their mother and do not pass any judgment upon them. I do not allow excess drinking and any drug of any kind is intolerable, even marijuana. I do not allow on the property among the girls and clients. They are not even allowed to cuss in the parlor, this includes the clients as well. I do not let things get out of control because I am always in control of it in the first place.
I have never let a girl work that did not have a sheriff’s card or was not cleared from the doctor first. I would never put our brothel licenses in jeopardy. And yes, we have to coordinate the doctor visits with the lab results and with the sheriffs station. And if one doesn’t come through, they will have to wait. The ladies come from all over the country, sometimes they fly in and have to wait until they are cleared. This can sometimes up to a week if something falls thru the cracks. These are good girls, they have all passed the federal background check and have no diseases.
We check ID’s of all our customers to ensure they are of legal age to walk inside and also to drink, this is true for the ladies as well.
Sadly, people tend to be hypocrites. They go on dates, they have dinner, give flowers and then have sex after their date. That seems to be ok in people’s eyes but when the almighty dollar is exchanged, all of a sudden its bad. Lyon County has been doing it right since 1971 when they took it out of the criminal’s hands and put it into a highly regulated industry.
I have meetings called Tea Parties every week with the Ladies, where we bring in business people to help them succeed; bankers, insurance, accounting executives, and more to help them with their every day lives.
We celebrate birthdays every week and some of the girls say this is the first time that they have ever had a birthday cake or a party.
We have craft days where the girls get to just have fun and we even have karaoke so the girls and the clients can sing their little hearts out.We have clients come in here just to celebrate their birthdates, the clients are also considered family. We treat people with respect and never judge anyone by race, gender, religion, or anything else.
Thank you again for taking the time to read this. I know all of you are very busy and it means a lot to be able to voice not only my opinions but the Facts.
Madam Suzette is the General Manager of Dennis Hof's adult entertainment empire, which includes the world famous Moonlite Bunny Ranch and six other brothels in the State of Nevada.
“I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight / with a billion stars all around…” (From “Peaceful Easy Feeling,” by Jack Tempchin, recorded by The Eagles in 1972.)
When you look into the night sky over Nevada, it really does seem like you can see billions of stars. It feels like you’re viewing a big slice of the universe at once, spread out like a curtain of purple, green, yellow, white, and red light. Nevada is a very big state—big enough to explore its mountains and vast desert spaces forever. My favorite activity is to go off-roading in the summertime, camping and fishing, because I’m an outdoorsy girl. See that dust trail in the distance? That’s this wild girl piloting a Jeep Wrangler at top speed. I’m petite, but I’m powerful—I control that 4 X 4 machine expertly, but you’d be surprised—and delighted—if you saw my driving costume: a bikini, a Stetson hat, and boots. I’m a small package, but hold me carefully: I’m explosively sexy.
I like making love anywhere, but doing it under the stars is so erotic because it’s like celebrating the awesomeness of nature by being au naturel with all those eyes in the sky watching me ride the rocket (a lucky guy’s cock, of course). When I go trekking in the outdoors on an outdate with—could be a guy like you—I like to take him to my favorite hideaway spots where we can spend a few days exploring, talking, laughing, skinny-dipping in a cool, isolated stream, four-wheeling up in the mountains, camping out lakeside or up in the trees, kissing, cuddling, fucking doggy style at sunset or sunrise so we can both enjoy the beauty of the falling or rising sun, dancing by a lake naked as our music blasts from a player—anything we want to do, by ourselves, in the great wide open.
When you go camping, of course, you’ve got to bring the proper equipment: a spacious, waterproof tent that goes up as easily as the dick of a guy who sees my pretty self walking slowly and swaying seductively when we first meet; a gas-fired portable cook stove (although a wood fire is okay too, because the smell of campfire smoke is so erotic and relaxing); a fully-charged-up music system (like we’ll be after a full day of tearing around the hills in my Jeep!); some appropriate beverages to keep us hydrated (because we’ll be engaging in a lot of, ahem, physical activities during our private vacation); a selection of steaks, chops, and chicken and veggies for frying or roasting; maybe some sweet treats (besides me) because we’ll be using up a lot of energy.
When you embark on an adventure into the wild parts of Nevada, it’s good to have a game plan, too. Sexy games that involve role-playing is what I mean, because out in the natural world we can let our imaginations run wild. After we set up camp and have some snacks and drinks after traveling during the day, it’ll fade into evening. After it gets dark, we could play the Beautiful Lost Girl game, where I act the role of a young woman who wanders into your campsite one night after walking alone for some days. You, my handsome rescuer, make us a hearty meal while I tell you about my journey. Of course, I am grateful to have found you, but as we chat, you discover that I’m not a victim of misfortune but a rather capable young lady. After all, I found my way to you! There I am, a formerly lost-but-now-I’m-found girl, in possession of essential survival skills, sexy and smart, and it turns you on like crazy. Will this girl turn out to have the kind of sexual experience that complements her woodland skills? “Take out your cock and I’ll start to show you,” I will say, unwrapping a condom to neatly glove you up for a “Thank You” post meal BJ under the vast stars above. Imagine running your fingers through my long, dark hair as I take you deep in my mouth and look up to you with my oval eyes. Let yourself sink further into the fantasy we’re sharing, thinking, “Wow, this girl walked all day to get here, she came out of the dark like a vision, and now we’re making love.” Have you ever fucked by the flickering light of a campfire? As you slide your slickened-up, condom-covered cock balls-deep in my pussy, you’ll get another surprise—I can do things with her that you’ve never experienced before with a woman. (Let’s say I’m very fit and flexible where it counts.)
And, if you’d like, we can reverse the roles on another day, where you play a guy whose truck broke down in a remote location with no mobile-phone coverage, and who’s spent a couple days walking out to safety, and it’s my camp he finds (lucky him!). It’s been a hot summer, and he’s worked up a sweat footing all those miles. There’s a gentle stream nearby where I lead him and in which I bathe him, my hands washing every part of his body. In order to complete this loving ritual, I’ve asked him to strip down, but I’ve removed my clothing too, so he won’t feel embarrassed. (I don’t have much on anyway.)
Remember when I said how important it is to bring the right supplies when you go camping? I also bring comforting liquid soaps, a selection of lubricants, latex gloves, and my own kit of sex toys. Hey, you never know when you’re gonna get a chance to take a nude back-country bath with a handsome man, Okay, back to the bath in the stream: Snapping on the gloves and squirting on the soap, I work over our manly hero’s every luscious inch, leaving him shiny and clean, smelling fresh, and giving me the six-inch salute from between his legs.
We’ve got to do something with his magnificent manhood, which I’ve shined up with soap; now, I apply a condom to his flagpole, and cover the rubber with lube, because I intend to give him a very artful hand job to relieve him of the tension of his long journey (and get him ready for all-night-long sex). (How many miles would any man walk for a great HJ? No one knows, but I guess at least a hundred.)
Another fantasy that stimulates me is playing the part of a 19th century wanted stagecoach lady robber on the run and in disguise. The guy I’m with pretends to be a Pinkerton detective who has “arrested” me, but is having second thoughts because he’s so fiercely attracted to me. He’s thinking with his dick for sure, but I’m successfully convincing him of my “innocence.” I’m such a bad girl, I show him my gratitude by letting him under my several skirts and petticoats and into my tight pussy. I can see that he’s cumming to his own conclusion rapidly, and he doesn’t care that I’m a wanted criminal. He’s been pumping me for a long time, but I can feel him slowing down before he shoots off massively in the condom. I cradle him in my arms all night.
Project your fantasies on me, let me be your guide to thrills; I’ll be your mirror. Or take me as I am, a sweet, sensible, sexy Midwestern girl who can give you the best head you’ve ever felt, cook a steak to perfection, establish a campsite like she’s been doing it all her life (and I have), knows lots of truly private outdoor locations and Jeeping back routes, and makes love with a heart as big as all outdoors. I’m Jenny Jade, and I’ll be your cowgirl, your backwoods lover, your everything! Contact me at [email protected] to book your trip to sexual adventure!
Hi there!! I am Jenny Jade..
All American, midwest girl! I’m a petite 5’2, 95 lbs. but…with a set of 32-Ds!
I am the outdoors type. Whenever I get the chance you’ll find me fishing off a dock in just my bikini, or sneaking a skinny dip..I love to feel the water with nothing on at all!
I’m a great sports enthusiast, growing up the only girl in a house full of brothers…I’m rough & tumble & I’d love to wrestle with you!
When the sun goes down, you may find me with the lights down watching a scary flick.I’d just love for you to be next to me to grab onto when I get scared!
Or, going for a 3 a.m. dip in the hot tub, under the stars, with a cocktail & you!!
You know what they say, “Dynamite comes in small packages”….and I am a small package that will B-L-O-W your mind!! ( and all of your other 101 body parts!!)
People keep a lot of secrets to themselves. Sometimes the secrets run deep in their psyches, and they come to professional sex workers like me for help in expressing their “forbidden” erotic fantasies, because you can ask a courtesan for almost anything a horny mind can imagine. That’s why we’re here. Ordinary people just aren’t as experienced, skilled, adventurous, and nonjudgmental as we are.
One of the areas where I excel is in fulfilling my male clients’ fantasies through role-playing. I recently had an encounter with a young man I’ll call Randy, who presented me with an unusual request: He wanted me to employ all my feminine powers of persuasion not just to act out his sex dream, but to first discover the secret he was hiding. I didn’t know what we would ultimately do once I got him to reveal himself, but I appreciated the challenge. It turned me on.
I look good in high-fashion outfits, so I thought I’d dress myself up as the kind of mysterious, alluring female characters that you find in James Bond films. I’ve always liked the fact that Bond Girls are most often not only beautiful, but capable of matching wits with James himself or one of the many villains he faces. (Often, they save 007’s ass from death at the last minute.) Before I began, I opened my dress blouse several buttons down to show some cleavage, and dabbed a bit of scent between my breasts.
I set up a chair in the middle of my room, and ordered Randy to take a seat. I bent down, took him by the chin, and looked mock-sternly into his blue eyes. “This is an interrogation, my young man,” I said, with a forcefulness that surprised even me; I even threw in a kind of foreign accent of my own invention. “I will find out everything inside that handsome head of yours.” I leaned down next to his ear, and whispered, “One way or another,” then flicked my tongue against his earlobe teasingly. He shivered with excitement. I had his undivided attention.
I straightened up, opened my legs, and straddled Randy, settling my soft pussy mound right on his crotch. I felt him grow hard against my body—but I wasn’t ready to admit him to my holiest of holies yet. I rocked my body gently, rubbing myself against him slowly, enjoying our mutual body warmth. I haven’t had a dry hump since I was a teenager, but rubbing my coochie on his cockshaft through our clothing was unexpectedly thrilling. I even gave myself a quick, sharp climax, and had to slow down or I would have soaked my panty and pants with my pussy juice. As for Randy, he was stiff as a power pole.
As I continued doing the rocking-horse thing on Randy’s cock, I took his face
into my hands, drew his mouth to mine and kissed him ardently, holding the
kiss just long enough that when I broke contact, he was breathless. “If you tell
me the truth,” I said, “there will be many more kisses like that. What do you
have to say?”
“I can’t,” he answered, his voice breaking. “I’m too ashamed. And embarrassed. I just can’t tell anyone.” He looked as if he might burst into tears.
“I have seen much of this world, my friend,” I assured him. “Nothing surprises me. I have met many men, and I am here with you now.” I hugged his face into my chest, welcoming him into intimacy. His hot breath was making my nipples hard in my bra. I sensed that it was time to push for his full confession.
“Never fear, my love,” I cooed. “Whatever you have to tell me will never leave this room. You can trust me.”
“I haven’t had sex for two whole years!” he blurted suddenly. “Tons of girls have turned me down! What is wrong with me? I feel so… unmanly.”
I felt a rush of sympathy for him, and took a few seconds to search for comforting words to say to him. “Those girls didn’t know what they were missing. Do you like girls?” I asked quietly.
“I love girls so much,” he said. “The last girl I had sex with was so friendly and affectionate, and she just loved to fuck. Most girls scream when they climax. She would laugh, this big, sexy, womanly laugh,” he explained.
“What happened?” I asked.
“She had to transfer to a college in another state to get her nursing degree. We lost touch…” his voice trailed off sadly.
“Then you need to get back in touch,” I answered immediately. “Let me help.” I slowly dismounted from his lap, and knelt down next to the chair. “I am going to touch you, a little at a time, bit by bit, because you haven’t been touched in a long time.” (I also thought that unless I took special care taking his cock out of his pants that after two years’ frustration, it might go off like a fountain. I wanted to save that pleasure for him later.)
I pulled open his belt, unbuttoned the top of his pants, and, very slowly, drew down the zipper. He was wearing boxer shorts underneath, so it was easy to reach in through the front opening and extract his stunningly erect penis. It really was beautiful (and I see my share of male organs in my work). It had an elegant head, like something on a Greek statue, with a long, healthily veined shaft. I wondered which stupid girls had refused to suck and fuck this outstanding specimen of manhood?
I tore open a condom package, took out a clear rubber, and rolled it down the full length of Randy’s rod. I was about to give him a good, hard sucking, and I wanted to see that pretty dick of his through the latex material.
But first, I held his hard-on in my hand, squeezing it, massaging it, and admiring it. Looking up, I saw Randy crying with joy. Making people happy is the best part of my job.
And nothing makes a man happy like a playful, messy blowjob. I grasped his cock, which he was thrusting toward me hungrily, and slipped almost all of it into my mouth. I nursed at it; I grabbed it and took long, tight sucks, making a popping sound when it left my mouth, then fastening on it strongly again. After more than two years of waiting, I expected him to pump the condom in my mouth full of cum. But he didn’t, though he was moaning and fucking my mouth desperately. I appreciated his control, and decided that it was time to remount him, but this time, sans my dress jeans and panty.
I squirted some lube on the part of the condom fitting around the head of his dick, stood up, dropped my jeans and my panty, threw a leg over his body, aimed his cock at my vagina, and sat down firmly. “Whoop!” I uttered, feeling his formerly frustrated manhood penetrate me deeply.
There was no doubt about one important fact: Even after two years of enforced celibacy, Randy still knew how to fuck. I bounced on him, and he caught me with strong upthrusts as I rose up. We were rockin’ in rhythm. Eventually, we settled into a no-space-between-us method where the base of his cock stroked my clit as we rode back and forth. I squeezed him back with my pussy muscles, which are really responsive.
Just before we came together, we fell into a kind of trance that happens when two people fucking lose track of everything but the sensations their bodies are feeding them. The sexual tension was building up like mad. He was making the monkey face and I was making the cat face as we approached the end zone. Then we were grinding our genitalia together, uttering senseless words, laughing, howling, groaning, and finally, collapsed. My pussy was throbbing. I climbed off Randy, and saw that his condom was filled to be brim, as they say.
“That was some powerful secret you were living with,” I said to him afterwards. “But I hope I’ve helped you bring it out into the open, and relieve your distress.” Randy just smiled, but I knew I had made a new fuck-buddy.
If you’ve been working too hard and doing without sex, I’m here for you. If you’re getting enough sex but need an erotic tune-up, I’m here for you, too. If you’ve been contemplating a fantasy but have never realized it, my pussy is willing co-star with your cock in the hottest sexual drama you can imagine. Like any Bond Girl, I’m beautiful, sexy, smart, resourceful and versatile in bed. Contact me and let’s plan an erotic mission together!
Hey baby, I’m Zoey Cherry. I’m an energetic and easygoing young lady. Working in a place like sagebrush is something I have always wanted to do and I am finally able to live my fantasy.I can’t wait to help you fulfill yours.
Legal prostitution was always in my life. I grew up in northern Nevada, just down the road from several of the state’s best known bordellos. My aunt worked at The Sagebrush Ranch, and some of my earliest memories are of riding with my grandmother to go pick her up from work. She would call ahead from the car when we were about 10 minutes away, and the back gate would be opened up so we could pull up to the rear of the building. We would go in through the kitchen, and all of the “working girls” would be covered up in their robes, always excited to see me. While we were waiting for my aunt to gather her things, I would sit on a stool at the kitchen counter and drink a Shirley Temple while I dangled my legs that had not yet grown long enough to touch the ground from a chair. The ladies would put cartoons on the television for me, and just like that, I would be a happy kid having a normal childhood experience in the back room of a brothel (paging Richard Pryor…) The girls would give me dollar bills and I felt rich. That is the first time that I remember having a sense of the value of money, and that sense would serve me well once I returned to the brothels as an adult.
As I grew into my teens, I was seduced by HBO’s slate of late night adult programming. Too young to watch by most parents’ standards (including my own), I had to wait until my parents had gone to sleep and sneak back in to the living room to tune in to the forbidden land of late night cable television. Back in those days, HBO aired entire blocks of adult oriented shows, including “Real Sex”, “Taxi Cab Confessions”, and “Cathouse” (the reality show based around the business at Dennis Hof’s Bunny Ranch legal brothel). While the other two shows were set in different parts of the country and seemed to a girl from Yerington, Nevada as though they might as well have taken place in other countries or on other planets, “Cathouse” was filmed just down the road from me, and I was fascinated with the idea that television magic was being created right in my own back yard. I liked the girls on the show, and I especially liked Dennis, who was the central figure that the whole business seemed to revolve around.
Lots of people follow relatives into family businesses, and I guess you could say that I’m no different. Where the difference lies, however, is that my family’s history of prostitution has been a legal one. It’s always been safe, clean, and profitable. Most importantly, it’s been fun. I actually enjoy my job, and one thing that interacting with a variety of clients has taught me is that that is rarely the case for most other professionals. The overwhelming majority of people work at their jobs so that they can enjoy life once they get off work…I go to work so that I can enjoy getting off, while I’m earning that living at the same time. Do the math, and you’ll see that I’m living twice the life I would be otherwise, were I in a job that I hated, or at best tolerated.
Life is too short to spend time doing things you don’t like. Come see me at the Love Ranch Vegas, and let’s spend time doing something that we like together.
Best regards everyone! Men, women, couples, let me introduce myself–I am Paris Envy, in residence and loving’ it down here at the Love Ranch-Vegas legal brothel in southern Nevada. I’m that bombshell blonde that you see on TV, magazine ads, and hot porno movies! Long-legged and sex-hungry, believe me, you want me in your bed–now! I’m a funny, friendly young girl who is frisky and always horny! I love telling jokes and want to hear yours as well! I am very popular with everyone that knows me, and I want to be popular with you! And you know the best think I can do to make you really, really love me? How about my special “Porn Star Experience” party–PSE for short.
Are you looking for love at the Bunny Ranch? We can help you find it! You may think that seeing a professional courtesan in a legal brothel would not necessarily contribute to finding the relationship of your dreams; however, nothing could be further from the truth! Of course, don’t take this the wrong way: hoping your lady of choice at the brothel is going to fall in love with you is not the way to approach things. She’s a professional offering her services, after all! However, what you may never have considered are all the ways that seeing her can facilitate your pursuit of lifelong happiness in your real-world relationships.
Exploring your options while dating, before you are ready to settle down, can be complicated! Having a brothel girlfriend means you can still experience intimacy while proceeding to pursue your ideal relationship without complications or jealousy. She is there to provide wonderful experiences, not to compete for you against other women in your life. When you do find success in your relationships, she will be thrilled to hear things are going well for you in your personal life!
Having a brothel girlfriend can motivate you to take better care of yourself. If you are being intimate with someone, you ideally want to be in your best shape for your mutual enjoyment, right? The motivation to eat healthier and work out more so you are in better shape when you come to visit and spend time with her spills over benefits into the rest of your life. This will increase your attractiveness to women in the outside world. (Do you know that men in relationships are actually more attractive than lonely ones?) The happier and healthier you are, the more you will attract the woman you want!
Having a brothel girlfriend will improve your mood and prevent you from making poor decisions based on desperation. If you are sexually frustrated, you may seek out women who otherwise wouldn’t be up to your standards, and unintentionally embroil yourself in emotional tangles you had no intention of getting into. Knowing you have a gorgeous lady waiting for you whenever you wish allows you to be much more confident when choosing women to pursue in the outside world.
Having a brothel girlfriend allows you to practice your bedroom skills and expand your sexual repertoire. Because it is an emotionally neutral space, you can ask for and get real feedback from a courtesan which someone you are dating (or married to) may be afraid to give you for fear of hurting your feelings or causing discord. Women, of course, prefer men who are experienced and skilled in the bedroom, so this will go a long way in your future relationships! (Remember, you don’t save yourself for “the one,” you practice for “the one!”)
Think of your brothel visits in terms of therapy and self-care. Taking care of your needs will improve how you view yourself as a person and how you approach others. You deserve to treat yourself a guaranteed wonderful time that you have more than earned in exchange for all your hard work. Furthermore, seeing a professional means you are not going to waste time trying to hook up with women who may not be interested, who may not be as enthusiastic or skilled in the bedroom as you would like, or who may come with a host of demands far more complex than a clear-cut exchange of currency.
If you find it challenging to keep your emotions in check when spending time with a beautiful lady, another great idea is to mix it up a little. To make sure you don’t let your emotions get too far in control and that you keep the door open to receiving the real relationship you are looking for, it can be a good idea to see more than one lady. Threesomes are not only a great fantasy to fulfill, they help keep you from letting your thoughts get clouded by infatuation instead of focused on your goals and the pure enjoyment of the moment.
If you were unsure about visiting the Bunny Ranch because what you want is a real relationship, I hope this has assuaged your concerns and you now see just how many ways we can support your quest for love. May you find “the one” and live happily ever after!
A slender, all-natural brunette, Amelia Heart is a confident, compassionate, and open-minded woman seeking to share all the vitality and spirit of life, of which sensuality and sexuality are such important components. She is currently seeing clients at Dennis Hof's Kit Kat brothel near Reno, Nevada.
There’s a special service I provide to the gentlemen who spend the night with me. The next morning, I make them a sumptuous breakfast. Waking up to a beautiful woman making you a good meal is always a good thing, but it’s my method of presentation that makes the experience special.
I don’t serve the food on a regular table. I serve it on my naked body. Before you wake up, I will have showered and lightly powdered and scented my body because I’m a classy lady whose chief desire is to fill your nostrils with sensual joy. Men love it when a woman makes herself so elegant for them.
I will have these foodie delights waiting for you on a rolling cart next to the bed: pancakes precut into triangular sections, pats of soft butter, a pouring container of maple syrup; and a selection of fresh and colorful fruits: strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, dried apricots, green, black, and red grapes, cherries, and banana. (I usually leave out prunes because they’re a little too sticky, and frankly, not as aesthetically pleasing to look at.) It’s up to you to decide how you would like to arrange all these lovely delectables on my body. Make me your live model of culinary art. (When you’re finished placing all the pieces of your creation, I have a digital camera and printer you can use to record and print out a visual memento of my food-decorated body that you can take home. Or, bring your own camera to shoot a photo.)
Delectible Cherry Lane from Dennis Hof’s Love Ranch near Reno, Nevada
For example, you could lay out the pancake slices in an exciting pattern around the mounds of my breasts, the points pointing at my uncovered nipples. That warm syrup can be tastefully drippled on the flapjack slices, which will make me feel so comfortable and sexy.
Some of my clients ask to slice up the pancakes into shapes of their own design. One man very creatively shaped the pancakes so they looked like the cups of a lacy brassiere, with some fringing at the bottoms. Another fashioned the flapjacks into smiley faces on my breasts, with my nipples being the noses. I thought it was rather sweet. Where we’re little, adults tell us not to play with our food, but when we become adults ourselves, we can do anything we want!
And now for the fruit platter. This time, for a maximum mixture of sensuality and vivid, bright colors, you could carefully position the sweet stuff all over my reclining body. Make me your living garden of fruit. I can lie still and level for long periods of time, so, for example, the green, black, and red grapes won’t roll off onto the carpet. One playful fellow used the grapes like marbles, and my stomach as the playing field. He’d flick one grape at another, and any that rolled out of the circle he deftly caught and ate until all the grapes were gone.
Considering the time and attention they pay to fashioning their edible “compositions,” sometimes I think my clients have artistic aspirations. Of course, away from the LoveRanch, a man could make a painting or drawing of a nude woman covered in fruit—and many have, of course—but isn’t it so much more fun to practice on a live nude model like me?
Here’s an idea that appeals to my love of colorful foods: Make a “belt” across my tummy with some strawberries sliced in half, matched with a “buckle” of blueberries arranged in a circle around my belly button. And here’s a variation: Because strawberries and bananas go so well together, the fruit belt could feature alternate placings of strawbs and banana slices. Or, you could slice a banana right down the middle, and position the halves under my breasts for a push-up bra effect.
Let’s not forget our raspberries and dried apricots. One client with a military background gently balanced the raspberries upside-down on the dried apricots, which he had lined up in neat rows on my rib cage, like soldiers awaiting a general’s inspection. After he finished setting up “the troops,” he stood up, placed his hands behind his back, and then walked around the bed, making serious faces as if he was a superior officer appraising the neatness of the lower ranks. When he completed his “inspection,” he ate each raspberry-and-apricot combination with great seriousness, saying things like “Thank you for your service” and “I’m proud of such fine fighting men!” I have such imaginative clients!
One of the nicest things a guy every did for me was to take a bowl of black cherries from the bedside cart and spell out C-H-E-R-R-Y L-A-N-E with them. And then he ate every cherry.
Most of the overnight visitors to whom I offer my special morning-after breakfast treat usually devour the food off my body bit by bit, but there are others who like to get wild and crazy after setting up the goodies, because they’re into sploshing, which is the messy spreading of food across the body to increase arousal. For such clients, I only request that they let me know that they’d like to splosh me so I can cover the bed with a plastic sheet and have some towels ready to wipe off the mess when we’re done.
When we’re ready to make a happy mess, fruit works so well and blends into such lovely colors. I tell my sploshing fans: “Take your palms and mash those fruits right into my skin. Smear them. Mix them together so they look like you’ve applied body paint. Spread that delightful fruity hodgepodge everywhere on me.” On my creamy skin, the mixed-up fruits make me look like a living abstract painting.
If you’d like to book an overnight stay with me, followed the next morning by the sexiest day-starting meal you’ve ever enjoyed, send me an e-mail at [email protected]. Let’s plan an erotic menu for our encounter!
Bubbly, fun-loving, and outgoing, Cherry Lane is a world class courtesan completely dedicated to the art of pleasure-giving. Her beauty, positivity, compassion, open-mindedness, and nonjudgmental nature make Cherry and ideal companion for men, women, and couples seeking the intimate encounter of their dreams.
What makes Nevada special? I discovered the answer to that question a few years back when I met with a young documentary filmmaker at a watering hole on the outskirts of the dusty town of Pahrump in Nye County. The filmmaker was making a documentary for CMT.
Over a beer, I asked the filmmaker, “So, what exactly is the topic of this movie you’re making?”
“Freedom,” he answered.
“Freedom? What does that have to do with this far-off Nevada town?”
He looked at me perplexed, as if, as a resident of the Silver State, I should have already known the answer.
“In this town you can legally buy fireworks, open carry a firearm, keep exotic pets, gamble to your heart’s content, and…well look around,” he replied, motioning to our surroundings.
“I guess you have a point,” I said, as I gazed at the dozens of sex workers strutting their negligee-clad stuff and chatting up their goggling clientele in the saloon— a saloon that just happened to be connected to a 20-acre legal brothel.
“This is what the freedom looks like,” he said.
As I fulfilled my duties as a communications rep for the licensed bordello that day, I realized that what I was a part of was very precious and unique, and, like the concept of freedom itself, something that shouldn’t be taken for granted.
Chanel, Tiara Tae, and Lana West from Dennis Hof’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch
The State of Nevada is now at a crossroads. Petitioners in Lyon and Nye Counties are organizing an attempt to end legal prostitution in those areas. The women of Nevada’s brothels are under attack, and their freedom to lawfully practice sex work is threatened.
Why? Why does a group called “No Little Girl” want to close the brothels?
If their website is any indication, the group says it wants to ban legal bordellos to end trafficking in these establishments, support the women who were forced into this life of “sexual slavery,” and create a more prosperous economy for the community.
But, the women working in Nevada’s legal brothels are not coerced, trafficked, or enslaved — there are certainly no records of such crimes occurring in these bordellos. The women all undergo a strict federal background check through the sheriff’s office, and every sex worker voluntarily operates in a regulated, safe, well-maintained, and disease-free environment. Many of these women have been willingly working in the legal brothels for years and are thriving financially as the breadwinners of their households. Scores of Nevada’s legal sex workers have passionately spoken out against No Little Girl on social media and in blogs and podcasts, making it clear that the sex workers did not ask for, and do not need, No Little Girl’s support.
I have a B.A and am currently working on my M.A. at the University of Nevada, Reno — all funded by my time working in the Lyon County brothels. I choose to stay working in the brothels since 2011 because I am happy and passionate about my job. I am not #nolittlegirl
As far as economic development in these counties, the largest industrial park in the world, hosting some of the planet’s top companies, is located just a few miles from a legal brothel — so legal prostitution is unquestionably not an impediment to a Nevada community’s potential for economic growth.
If No Little Girl’s website doesn’t offer a legitimate argument for their position, why does this group really want to close the brothels and take away one of Nevada’s unique freedoms?
KnowMe from the Moonlite Bunny Ranch in Lyon County, Nevada
No Little Girl was formed by faith-based activists with a strong opinion of what is morally right, and they believe that exchanging sexual services for money, legally or otherwise, is morally wrong.
There’s nothing wrong with having a moral position based on one’s religion. I grew up Catholic and, prior to entering college, experienced twelve years of parochial schooling, so I’m well aware of my church’s current position on sex work. I’ve had many spirited discussions about legal prostitution with relatives that chose the priesthood as their vocation, and I fully accept their right to have a point of view I disagree with.
We each see the world, our nation, and the people in our local community, through our individual moral lens — and that’s OK. Every one of us has the right to disapprove of another person’s life choices based on our moral perspective. What’s not OK, and what No Little Girl endeavors to do, is to impose a specific moral or spiritual belief system onto the entirety of a community, and take away the freedom to make personal choices from members of that community.
I get it: There are some people that consider legalized prostitution sinful. There are also people that abhor gambling, firearms, liquor, and marijuana, but that definitely doesn’t mean Nevada communities are going to vote to abolish these freedoms.
Part of living in a free American society is accepting the fact that we’re sharing our space with people whose moral compass may not align with our own. What makes many of Nevada’s communities among the freest in the nation is our deep understanding of this “live free and let live” viewpoint.
If No Little Girl gets its way, and we let Nevada’s legal brothels go, what freedoms will be taken away next?
James is the Sr. Media Director for the World Famous Moonlite Bunny Ranch. In addition, James creates the profile videos for the Company and productions in addition to social media and media relations.
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