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“No man should go to Valhalla with brothel rash.”
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Fools

“If just one person has done it, it can be done. by V.L. Marshall”
― Verity Louise Marshall, Hard Money: The Naked Truth Behind the Red Light

“To make love is to give birth to death.”
― Stephanie M. Wytovich, Brothel

“With his pendulous penis swinging from side to side, the beast clip-clopped up a rickety flight of stairs led by Pablo Zapata's wife, who took him through a beaded curtain into a room where a bevy of sullen women reclined on tatty sofas. A collective gasp rang out among the group and many crossed themselves in silent prayer.”
― Kevin Ansbro, The Minotaur's Son & Other Wild Tales

“My best advice is never to address any woman as Madam unless she holds a high position in government or you happen to find yourself in a brothel speaking to its owner.”
― David B. Lentz, Bloomsday: The Bostoniad

“He seemed normal again, or as normal as Myrnin ever got, anyway. He'd begged, borrowed, or outright stolen a long, black velvet coat, and under it he was still wearing the poofy white Pierrot pants from his costume, dark boots, and no shirt. Long, black, glossy hair and decadently shining eyes.
Oliver took in the outfit, and raised a brow. "You look like you escaped from a Victorian brothel," he said. "One that . . . specialized."
In answer, Myrnin skinned up the sleeves of the coat. The wound in his back might have healed--or might be healing, anyway--but the burns on his wrists and hands were still livid red, with an unhealthy silver tint to them. "Not the sort of brothel I'd normally frequent, by choice," he said, "though of course you might be more adventurous, Oliver.”
― Rachel Caine, Lord of Misrule

“Let鈥檚 attribute the other half to Gypsy magic.”
― Josie Riviera, Seeking Catherine

“Hookers in whore houses awaiting drunkards at dawn who can't get it up. Broken sprung beds. Sulking, sagging and stained. Foreplay forgotten. Failed and fumbled fucks by the hour.”
― Harry Whitewolf, Route Number 11: Argentina, Angels & Alcohol

“For grief has always been so dear to you that you would make me writhing in pain in the brothel of your imaginations than to be playing with a bunch of balloons in the yard where I should have been."
"And may be that's why, you'd rather talk to me about this, than to write a story about me where I could live happily.”
― Sanhita Baruah

“. . .the young man who rings the bell at the brothel is unconsciously looking for God.”
― Bruce Marshall

“A brothel?鈥� Madame chuckled at Carlyle鈥檚 timidity. 鈥淵ou mustn鈥檛 be scared of the word. I usually call it a Gendered Sex Club. I offer archaic sex, with old-fashioned gender-differentiated men and women. My clients like to seduce or be seduced, and enjoy skirts and breeches, rather than the neutered egalitarian copulation one gets outside nowadays.”
― Ada Palmer, Too Like the Lightning

“He witnessed a kaleidoscopic multi-coloured horizon through his mother's eyes as she opened the colouring book and proved that broken crayons still colour.”
― Shalaka Kulkarni

“She felt other eyes on her. The madam, a blue-skinned Varvani woman,
was standing in the doorway; she balanced her elephantine legs on gold
clogs, and the enormous bosom above her chain-mail skirt was tattooed
with red kissystars... "Don't block the window, dear heart. You want a
sample, come on in.”
― Phyllis Gotlieb, Flesh and Gold