(sigh. so mundane on my part.)
And I probably shouldn’t even waste your time on this, but the thread title did say “…been to a prostitute.”
So, yes. I have.
Back in 1992 or 1993, I was driving some myself and some computer gear up from Nellis AFB to Tonopah for some war game fun. "bout dark-thirty I went by this “ranch” and thought, why the hell not?
So I U-turned and pulled in to the compound. Went up to the door, which had (really!) a peep-slot and a bell and I pushed the bell. Slot goes back and a nice feminine voice says, “Can I help you?”
I said, “Do you sell souvenir T-Shirts?”
She said yes, they did, the slot closed, and the door-lock buzzed open.
I went in, to a living-room-sized area, and followed the lady to a counter behind which had to be a 20-foot long wall with sliding closet-style doors. She said I was what, a size large, and I said yes. She slid open one of the 3-foot wide doors and said, “Pick your color.” I got a white one and purchased it.
And, YES, I TOLD the wife where it came from! Little surprised she did not like the T-shirt, and it seemed to disappear a few months later…guess the washer ate it or something.
So, that was my experience. I suppose she may not have been a prostitute, but a couple of girls did come from another area, passing through to I don’t know what, the kitchen or something and I’m sure they were.
And NO, I was not solicited, was not asked if there was anything else the establishment could do for me or anything. It was really mundane, except to me. (Hey, I’m in a real, live, legal, Nevada BROTHEL!!! Hot Damn!)
(sure wish that T-shirt hadn’t of got lost, it was nice)