My first question is: who are going to these brothels? What demographic? Local men on their way home? Your husband?
According to a frequent visitor to Sydney’s many brothels, Hugo
(not his real name), the best brothel in the city is Amanda Heavens. “Petit Aroma might be full
of hot chicks but they don’t do anything. They’re all dud roots who just lie
there. Amanda Heavens has older women, who are willing to really go the extra
mile.” To get the best value for his dollar, he goes early because he wants to
be the first customer, and he gets older women he says are horny and ready to
slather him with affection. He likes to book a double session to really give
himself a treat. Good for Hugo.
My husband is on his way next week to Bangkok for the
first time, a city I know well after living there for three years in my 20s. A
city I know and love, and a city I know offering the best in rub and tug and some amazing variety on the fantasy front. I
tell me husband I don’t really mind if he’s curious, to go ahead and try (a rub, that is), but
that maybe I’m just saying that because I know he would never go to a sex
worker.
We discuss this, laughing at the thought of him doing this.
I’d feel sorry for you. “You’d be really nervous and overwhelmed,” I say. "Like a shy schoolboy". He said
he’d never do it, unless it was in an ultimate fantasy situation, where the
girl was some unattainable distant model goddess and the atmosphere very high
class. Somehow I doubt he’ll be finding that among the curling pink sticky lino
and synthetic dividing curtains of Bangkok. I found myself accidentally in several brothels in Bangkok and it wasn't classy.
We discuss the sex workers in our local neighbourhood. Hugo says one of his favourites is a legal secretary who is
bored at work and enjoys both the frequent sex and the extra income on the side. I support this,
saying a lot of local girls in Brookvale are single professional women like
doctors and lawyers who can kill two birds with one stone by getting sex and
money for a night’s work. Saves a trip out.
We look up DA approvals for a nearby brothel and laugh at
the claims. Arguments focus on the undesirables coming to the area, compromising
safety and security. Counter arguments claim behaviour of patrons at brothels is
fine and patrons “should be accepted as members of the community. There is no
evidence brothels are associated with drug and crime. Development applications
cannot be held back just because people do not like brothels". The areas of Sydney in discussion in the two
cases are Martyn v Hornsby Shire and Zhang vs. Ashfield. I would like to point
out gently that both these shopping centres are already rather rough at the edges and agree that brothels continue to be treated unfavorably compared to other businesses.
A few years ago Sydney City Council had to grapple with a
new word that popped up on their documents: “suckatorium”. To address the ins
and outs of suckatoriums, a favourite topic of conversation between my husband
and I, will require a dedicated post. Another post will discuss the merits of
charging by the hour, like in Sydney, or charging by ejaculate, as in parts of Greece
and Las Vegas.
It is my husband who passes on this jewel: the "six star brothel" The Boardroom has
a frequent knockers card, which covers the tenth visit to the room free. Just
like a cafe. If only tired mummies could have brothels dedicated just to us. Oh
wait – we do, they’re called beauty salons. Give me a brothel any day.
