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11-09-2015, 02:26 PM
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Taltarzac725
My father was an insurance adjustor/investigator in Reno, Nevada but would sometimes get calls on brothel fire's outside of the Reno area. Prostitution was not legal inside the County-- Washoe- where Reno is.
My Mom and Dad were watching the traffic around the burned down brothel from a vantage point where you could not see the brothel's ruins. Up drives a truck driver-- according to my parents-- with the biggest grin on his face. He is anticipating his trip until he reaches the point where he sees what used to be the whorehouse. Then he has the saddest face imaginable.
I was not allowed on trips to brothels-- burned down or otherwise.
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Too funny!
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