“Why do you show up to my job and knock the cocks out of my mouth?”
It sounds like a great night for a good cause. I’ll be there, too – it’s fun to talk about poverty in a room that smells like strippers’ melon body spray and vodka.
I’ve been to a few brothels in my callow youth and I have never, ever seen one that looks like the kind that are depicted in porn movies. And that’s fine. The Moonlite Bunnyranch? A collection of windswept trailers in the desert. The Kennedy Compound it is not (and I’ve also been to the Kennedy [...]