Dennis Hof operates seven classy whorehouses across Nevada, employing about 500 whores
There’s no other way to describe Dennis Hof than as King of Whores since he employs 500 working girls at his seven whorehouses in Nevada.
Here is how The Daily Mail describes the Love Ranch, one of his whorehouses and the one where Lamar Odom spent $79,000 partying for four days before overdosing on cocaine and herbal Viagra:
THE LOVE RANCH: LEGAL BROTHEL WHERE LAMAR ODOM WAS FOUND UNCONSCIOUS
Lamar Odom was found unconscious on Tuesday afternoon by two prostitutes named Ryder Cherry and Monica Monroe at Dennis Hof's Love Ranch, the legal brothel where he was partying for days.
The establishment in Crystal, Nevada, is just one of several sex-for-cash businesses owned by the star of the HBO series Cathouse.
The Love Ranch, which is located about 80 miles north of Las Vegas, offers a number of services including 4-Play for Two, Oil Wrestling, Viagra and Vibrators, and the Girlfriend Experience (GFE).
Hof, a 68-year-old Arizona native, bought the Love Ranch in 2010, Las Vegas Weekly reported. He owns nine brothels and a strip club in Nevada, according to CNBC, including the Moonlite BunnyRanch in Carson City.
The newly renovated Love Ranch features a VIP section as well as a bar and massage rooms. The Love Ranch and Hof's other brothels also have Jacuzzi rooms, hot tubs, and water rooms.
There are sometimes as many as 50 women working on-site at the 24-hour brothels, which are open 365 days a year in order to provide services with no appointment required.
Patrons are allowed to attempt to 'line up' one of the ladies online beforehand, but they can also just go to the bar and drink to try and find a 'date'.
The ranch accepts credit and debit cards and it shows up on bills as 'Cash Advance, Lake Tahoe'. Cash is also accepted and although tipping is not required, it is somewhat encouraged.
Between all of the ranches, including the Love Ranch, there are more than 500 licensed female prostitutes. Each one of the brothels typically services between 50 and 100 clients per day.
Among the options for customers at the Love Ranch is the GFE, which is described on the brothel's website: 'Imagine a girl you can truly be yourself around. A lady you can share your erotic desires and intimate moments with.
'Someone who is always happy to see you, accepts you for who you are, as you are and is waiting to fulfill your every need - physical, emotional, sexual... with no strings attached.'
The women who work at the ranch are independent contractors, so there are no set prices in place, but customers at the brothel reportedly have to shell out hundreds of dollars to get tended to.
500 whores … wow! When I was a cop in Galveston back in the late ’40s and early ’50s, there were 27 whorehouses mostly for whites, but also a number of black establishments, all located on the island’s Post Office Street. They were all operated by different Madams, with one being a ‘male Madam’ a la Dennis Hof. Most of the white houses were owned by Walter Johnson, a crooked lawyer and from time-to-time police commissioner. Johnson leased the houses to the Madams who operated them as whorehouses.
Originally the white whorehouses were the homes of Italian immigrants who could not read or write English and barely spoke the language. Johnson persuaded them to let him draw up their wills and … surprise, surprise … the crook ended up inheriting their homes.
I frequently checked out the whorehouses … no smart ass remarks, please … and while they were nicely furnished they did not compare to Hof’s Nevada establishments. The white whorehouses all had a large downstairs parlor where customers would pick out a girl. The parlors also contained a bar where you could buy watered-down drinks at premium prices. The bed rooms were all upstairs. I would estimate that none of the houses employed more than 8-10 girls. And when taking inflation into account, none of those girls made anywhere near what Hof’s whores are making.
The problem for the girls was that many of them, whether to pay for heroin ir to pay for rent on apartments and taking care of their kids, were borrowing money from the madams and owed more money than they earned. That made them virtual slaves to the madams.
If anyone in Galveston could have been described as King of Whores, it would have been Police Commissioner Walter Johnson.
2 comments:
I worked vice related crimes for many years. A good prostitute can make a lot of money. A prostitute is not a whore. Most whores give it away. Prostitution is a business. From what I have seen, most of the prostitutes don't live in the area where they work. They travel to work for a week or so at a time then go home. The money is very good, but the hours are long and the clients can be drunk, perverted and demanding. The usual house cut is 40% of total earnings. A straight missionary position lay will run about $200 for 15 minutes. Anything other than a straight lay is an additional charge and usually higher in price. Most of the rooms are videoed for security. If the client is a public figure the video is usually recorded.
I arrested a topless dancer who accepted a solicitation for sex from a U/C officer in Houston in the late 1980's. The act was to take place in the VIP room. She was very cooperative and only asked that my partner drive her new Cadillac to a parking garage near the jail so it wouldn't be left in the parking lot of the club overnight. During booking I learned she was married, lived in a small town about 200 miles away and worked 5 days a month. She averaged $600 a night tax free.
If a place is really successful, then the mob may try to muscle in for a cut. They usually will make an offer that can't be refused.
Whore, prostitute, a rose by any other name. The two are one and the same. Prostitute is just a classier name. There are all kinds of whores, from street walkers to high class call girls.
The girls that worked in Galveston’s whorehouses either lived in apartments on the island or in apartments on the mainland, more than likely in Texas City or Dickinson. Most of the girls I knew were single mothers. All of them had hard luck stories to tell in order to justify why they were prostitutes (if you prefer), but I suspect most of them were blowing smoke.
I got to be good friends with one very good looking girl. Jackie and I used to go out to lunch together on her days off and all my fellow cops wondered how could that ‘little shit’ have such a good looking girlfriend. It was fun to keep them guessing.
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