You were a naughty boy. I don't even like strip clubs. That's like sharing sexuality with others. Too vulgar for my taste. But I could make exceptions if all around were women!
Not passing a judgement on you though!
But here is a story from my past of long gone. So coming from Pakistan to America as a grad student in early 90s, there was an overnight layover in a downtown Frankfurt, Germany hotel. Imagine coming from the conservative Pakistan to a western country and when all you had known in your life was Pakistan. So I decided to walk out the hotel to see what was around. I am extremely curious! And in one place, there were a bunch of pretty women, pretty exposed flesh, starting to holler at me from outside a building. Even I knew they were prostitutes! And, in early 90s, the scare of the AIDS was great; I had even taken college level courses in Karachi in microbiology which covered AIDS. So I shouted back to them ladies that 'I don't want AIDS'. The pimp with them said 'No AIDS. It is all safe. Come!'. I stayed away. And for the first time in my life I discovered 'vending machines' with sodas at a place near the hotel.
Memories!!!!!
Ok, so I said I would come back to this.
Back during my engineering career, NAFTA was in full swing and lots of contracts were being awarded to build up the principle roads for the traffic that would be running from Mexico to Canada and vice-versa. US Hwy 93 was one of those designated routes.
The heavy engineering firm I worked for at the time was awarded the contract to rebuild and widen to some degree Hwy 93 from Wells, NV. to Jackpot, NV. which is right on the state line with Idaho.
Like almost everything on this planet, water is required. Including for construction. I'll have to share this in two parts (with good reason) but for now, this involves a trip to the local brothel in Wells. There are two, or I should say were two at the time. Who knows now?
Anyways, while I am looking for potential water sources, I spot this dry stockpond with a 12" standpipe just outside of town. See screenshot below:
How much more perfect can this be? It's right at the start of the project. So, I start asking around who owns it. One of the locals said, oh that's "so and so, he and his wife live at blah blah" which happened to be two streets over from our field office!
So, next morning, told my boss I was going to stop by "so and so's" house and ask about the water. I get over there, am dressed with a company safety vest on and of course have my company pickup. Mrs. So and so answers and I explain who I am and I wanted to get with Mr. So and so about the stock pond and possibility of buying water.
She says "oh, he's over at Donna's right now counting the receipts from last night". I'm kinda like "ok........when do you think he'll be back?" She says sometime in the afternoon, just go on over. I'll let him know your coming.
So, off to the brothel I go. Mind you, I'm still in company gear, right.
So, I walk in and one of the "girls" greets me with a big smile and says "how can I help you?".
I respond, "I'm AZ_HighCountry and I'm here to see so and so about buying some water". She looked at me like I had three heads and just stepped off of a UFO. His office must have been around the corner and he heard me. He comes out and says "hi, my wife called and said you were coming over. I'm so and so. Charlene (can't remember her name), would you get AZ some coffee please? I'll be a little bit."
She now realizes I'm serious and asks "would you like some coffee?" Sure, why not?
So she and I are chatting and then she says "hey, while you're waiting, would you like a tour?" I'm like "come again?" She says, would you like to see the place. Me? Why not?
So she's giving me a tour of a brothel while I'm waiting to make a deal for water. She shows me her room and then "this is our heated spa for our guests who like the relaxing experience". Now remember, I studied engineering and had quite a few chemistry classes and I assure you, there isn't enough chlorine that could kill whatever might have been living in that spa water. NFW was I EVER going to experience that. A man's got to know his limitations.
So as she's getting done with showing me around, so and so is at a point he can meet with me and we strike a deal for the water source. I thank her for the coffee and head back to the office. TBT, Donna's had the best coffee in town.
Get back to the office, my boss happens to be in and I told him it was a great trip over to Donna's. He looks at me like "WTF??? Huh???" So I explained to him what went down the past couple hours. He's laughing......"only you would go into a whorehouse just to buy water".
What's funnier is our field office was right across the street from the local health clinic. We always knew when it was doctor day. A van would pull up and a bunch of the girls would go in for their regular check-ups. If they had a clean bill of health, back to work they went. See, prostitution is legal throughout Nevada except for 2 maybe it is 3 counties. And, it is highly regulated. The girls have to get checked IIRC at least once a month though I think it is twice a month. And, since all of the house require the use of condoms, I'd venture it is safe to say you're better off getting laid in a cathouse than picking up some rando in a bar somewhere.
Strangely, she was actually nice to chat with though not someone obviously that you want to have any kind of a long term relationship with. Frankly, she was probably more normal than a lot of women I've known over the years.
On that note, tomorrow I'll share the story with securing a water source for the middle third of the project. I also learned something about the history of the railroads up there.
