Gentlemen, start your engines. And head out to Nevada. The Shady Lady Ranch, located in a trailer 31 miles north of Beatty, Nevada, is offering a promotional sale. To cover the cost of gas for the 150-mile drive from Las Vegas, if you spend $300 at the legal brothel, they'll throw a $50 gas card your way. Three hundreds bones buys you an hour with one of their shady ladies, including (according to the website) Rio, Electra, and Dakota. In the first week, they gave out $1000 worth of gas cards. The downside: the 40-minute "quick man" special ($200) does not qualify customers for the gas rebate. As we already know, the cost of diesel has been pounding Nevada's brothel industry, especially in respect to truckers' custom. While this "let's keep America, uh, smiling" campaign may not solve the transportation-to-hookers problem, it should at least soften the blow. So to speak.
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But will they pay for your medical bill?
Hmm, flaccid sales must be a problem with deep, penetrating consequences, looks like the accountants are taking this one in the face…
Elliot Spitzer at least had taste. Mmmmmmm….
A 150-mile drive each way to get there, then $300 for one hour with a tired, high mileage hooker???
I don’t think anybody is that horny!
There must be a hooker there by the name of Ethel with that offer.
I’ll bet half the customers pull out early and let the gas go all over the side of the truck.
After $300 and an hour there, I’d definitely be “out of gas”.
Maybe free Viagra would be better…
Wouldn’t it be cheaper for all if they just scheduled a daily charter bus?
What’s that tattoo on her belly say? BIOHAZARD?
yankinwaoz Says:
July 9th, 2008 at 5:57 pm
Wouldn’t it be cheaper for all if they just scheduled a daily charter bus?
Thanks a lot yankinwaoz! Now I can’t quit replaying the scene from “Best Little Whorehouse In Texas” where the football team is singing on the bus when they’re headed to the ‘Chicken Ranch’ to get ’em some!
“Twenty-five miles until we get to heaven….”
Who’s the one on the right?
@Jonny:
Ashley Dupre’s mother. I’m not making that up.
those are some busted looking hookers.
I wonder if “What a mess” magazine ever offered a photo spread to Ashley or her mother. I bet it looks like a bomb went off down there on both of them.
They say you don’t pay a hooker for the sex; you pay her to leave. A cathouse is the same concept turned on its head, so helping the johns get there (and leave) makes sense from a marketing standpoint. I’m not sure I’d make that trip from Vegas for a Kia, Buick or Dodge, though.
All I can say is that it’s cheaper than a divorce. And you can keep your boat!!