“Last Mustang Ranch Building Destroyed”:
The last remaining building on the grounds where the infamous Mustang Ranch brothel once stood went up in flames Sunday.
The 48-room, 20,000-square-foot structure known as the Mustang Ranch II annex was destroyed as part of a firefighting training exercise.
“It’s out with the old and in with the new,” said a woman who goes by Air Force Amy, who once worked there. “The day of the $20 roll in the hay in a trailer is gone.”
The building was the last at the former site of the Mustang Ranch, the state’s first legal brothel. The government padlocked the ranch, located just east of Reno, in 1999 after years of tax problems.
Oh well. There goes my last chance to find my St Moritz Neroes Duplex dive watch.
Stupid tequila, handcuffs, and amyl nitrate bender. Some anniversary present that turned out to be.
Sigh! All that was good and wholesome in American culture seems to be passing from the scene.
Bush lied, Mustang fried.
Can’t remember which hood it was that got shot there (in the bar), but a friend who is now a reporter got tossed out for re-enacting the incident after too many “champagnes”.
Didn’t the Treasury department run the joing for a few years after they tossed Joe “The Pimp” Conforte in the slam?
Yeah, that was the last I heard, too. Seemed like the perfect line of business for the government to be in, to me.
Hmmm.
Sniff. Dammit! I am NOT going to cry.
I need to go have a lie down.
Call me when there’s a reason to continue living or when an 18 year old highly experienced and nubile cheerleader offers to “give me the ride of a lifetime”.
Which I really hope doesn’t actually involve a trip to the mall.
Solong Mustang Ranch…where every day was hump day
Taxing ass. Country’s going to hell. Hope they don’t start taxing schlong. I’d have to get a second job, tax bracket they’d put me in.
Nah, just find the right tax shelter.
Good idea. Take advantage of the depreciation.
Of course. If one’s investments go up upon receipt of an audit notice, one has other problems.
I think the fact that the government can’t even sell SEX kind of puts the finishing touch on the old public- vs. private-sector efficiency discussion.
Well, remember—the IRS has been giving a version of it away free for some 90 years. And as usually happens with government, the recipient doesn’t generally enjoy it.
Oh, please. She’s just not looking in the right trailer parks.
First one to ask Crawford for mapquest directions gets his backside kicked.
New scariest phrase ever: “I’m from the government, and I’m here to fuck you.”
Little wonder that was a no sale.
Citalopram hydrobromide….
Citalopram….