Lamar Odom’s recent wagon-fall at Love Ranch South in Crystal, NV cast a renewed spotlight on the state’s legal sex trade.
Yet the un-salacious truth remains: thousands of customers bump and grind their way through Nevada annually and without incident.
Then once a month for one week, she heads to her other “home.” For the ladies at Sheri’s Ranch, the funniest part of Sheri’s is laid out like a dormitory where each girl (around 20 girls at a time) rents her own room (/day) where she lives and conducts business during her stint (one to three weeks max) at the Ranch.
If the girls aren’t working or sleeping, they are usually hanging out in the restaurant bar scantily clad in their sexiest outfit (we’re talking skirts so short you can see them ovulate, if that’s your thing) waiting for customers.
Meet Dena, a beautiful woman in her mid-40s who appears as the exact opposite of how I imagined a brothel madame would look: nary a fat, hairy mole or tattered kimono with cigarette burn holes to be found.One girl’s story in particular sticks out in my memory: Emma.We all grew up with an “Emma.” You know, the girl who was the sexy dark horse in high school.But either way that flavor had better pair well with the flavors already in stock.Every girl at Sheri’s got there through a similar progression of choices: everyone started with stripping, then moved on to escorting or prostitution, and, eventually, if they were lucky, they ended up at Sheri’s before they get arrested.