Dropping the Polish Hammer: Two Weird Nights at the Bunny Ranch
December 11th, 2008by Reno J. Romero
LAS VEGAS, NV -
I’ve never paid for a hooker.
Never thought of it, really. But I’ve known a few people that have. I even worked with a waitress that once worked at a brothel. I think it was in Sparks.
“Every man should have a hooker at least once,” she told me.
Maybe she was right. Maybe a man should have a hooker at least once. What did I know? I’ve heard stories. Never heard a bad one. All delivered with a smile.
A friend stationed at Camp Pendleton. Got shellacked and skipped over to Mexico for a little nookie. Crazy dude in town from El Paso. Too drunk to make the long haul to the Bunny Ranch but hit a brothel in Pahrump.
“Got me some strange,” he said.
