Prostitution in Las Vegas
Recently my partner and I traveled to Las Vegas, sin city of the world, capital of gambling and prostitution. I always wanted to visit Las Vegas, at least once in my life and so we did. Like everyone else, I’ve always known that both gambling and prostitution have been legal in Las Vegas, ever since the olden days. No surprises there. And, hey, what goes on in Vegas, stays in Vegas, so the saying goes.
We stayed in a hotel not far off the Strip. We got a great deal from the Tuscany Resort and Casino Hotel. Just $20 a night. Who could say no? The economy of Las Vegas, like the rest of America is not so good. We had a huge hotel room, the hotel was clean, there were two swimming pools and the service and staff were just fine.
We tried the gambling, I lost about three dollars and that was the end of my gambling experience in Las Vegas – using the eat my dollar machines in Las Vegas. I still can’t understand how anyone gets hooked on gambling so maybe it is genetic after all.
At night, we went for dinner and joined the parade of people who walk up and down the Strip, admiring the imitation architecture of Paris, Venice, New York, Egypt, etc., buying some souvenirs and having a drink or two here and there. Vegas is there to be consumed, swallowed up, so to speak. I guess if you don’t do that, Vegas might devour you. Sort of like some kind of monster.
One strange thing I noticed walking up and down the street with my sweetheart were the groups of Mexicans or Ecuadoreans or some other nationalities from Central America who stood at street corners and along the sides of the streets, with piles of business cards in their hands. They flicked the cards all the time, calling out, god knows what to the tourists. I kind of ignored them. The bright lights of Las Vegas were more distracting. These people were everywhere with their business cards, flicking them at the faces of tourists to Las Vegas. I had no idea what these cards were they were flicking in our faces.
So finally, our last night, and I said to my sweetheart. Grab some cards from these guys. So he did. He was handed about eight cards and I finally learned what these mysterious business cards represented. These cards that they flick in the faces of tourists were the business cards of escort agencies. Escorts is the polite word for prostitutes, by the way, if you have been living under a rock.
On the faces of the business cards were beautiful women, strategically placed stars over their nipples and other private unmentionables. Of course, I studied these cards out of pure curiosity. For example a booty babe named Emily was offering a $35 special. God knows what, I can’t imagine what you’d give up for $35. On the other side of the card was Fara, offering a $49 special. Still can’t imagine what could cost you as little as $49. These prostitutes, otherwise known as “escorts” were extremely attractive. I thought at the time, they should raise their prices.
Another business card we received from the card flickers was for Nadia offering a $69 special. Well, honestly, the dollar amount says everything. Not much to imagine there. Over on the other side of the business card, we have Aubree with white sparkly stars over her children offering who knows what for $125 with no hidden fees. I wondered what, exactly, does the “no hidden fees” really mean? Does this mean that Emily and Fara, as mentioned above, have hidden prices hidden in their low “sale” rates? Does the better business bureau of Las Vegas monitor the business practices of prostitutes in Las Vegas?
Then there’s Belinda of Las Vegas, a pert, tangled hair blond, nice sun tan and those star things over her boobies. She’s selling whatever she’s selling for $150, also with no hidden fees. Ya know, I’m really starting to wonder about these hidden fees. I’m really having my doubts about the bargain basement prices of Fara and Emily. Just how much are these gals not being straight up about those hidden fees?
On the back of Belinda’s card, there’s bootilicious April, also offering love for the lonely for the rate of $125 with no hidden fees. Now I’m really having my doubts about Fara’s and Emily’s marked down prices of $35 and $49 specials. Seems the only place you can get the “me love you long time for two dollars” might be the price in the third world, but definitely not the going rate in a first world nation. In the first world, we are learning, there are hidden fees.
I surmise that there must be hidden fees in the transaction between the lonely man and the lady of the night in Las Vegas. However, I’m never going to know because I just won’t be traveling down that road any time too soon. Kinda makes you wonder, when you pick up the business cards of the prostitutes of Las Vegas. Everybody’s desperate to make a buck and survive, especially in this economy. From the Central American card flickers to the lonely ladies of the night, the prostitutes of Las Vegas, like everyone else, are struggling to make a buck in this terrible economy.