I like the name "Pahrump." It sounds like the sort of sound you'd make when you're feeling really miffed. Pahrump lies about 50 miles west of downtown Las Vegas. It has a couple wineries and casinos, a golf course, and a bunch of small restaurants. It's also home to a couple bordellos.
The bordellos are about 7 miles outside of the main drag in Pahrump, and I guess they're strategically situated to being as close as they legally can be to Las Vegas. The first one we came across is called The Chicken Ranch.
A block down the street is Sheri's Ranch.
They both have bars attached to them, but you have to be buzzed in to get into the building at all. Much to my disappointment, Dennis was WAY to antsy to go in to either one of them for some lunch. "It's just too weird," he protested. "I'd feel uncomfortable....How on earth would you guys NOT feel uncomfortable?" Pam rolled her eyes. "Dennis, it's just a bunch of women. Why would we be uncomfortable?" So while I looked forward to a hot tuna lunch at The Chicken Ranch, Dennis remained obstinate. No way were we getting him to set foot in either establishment. Pahrump!
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