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Plenty of sticky rooms for rent at local brothel

April 10, 2003

by Brent Kellogg

All across America local residents would be outraged. They'd stage protests and condemn local officials if any business - especially a restaurant - even thought about opening a brothel say nothing of said brothel being located on the second floor of a restaurant like the Long Branch Saloon of Dodge City days. But not in Genoa City. Here, such houses of ill repute are welcomed and patronized by the rich like some smelly peep show booth at the local porn store.

With a just turned nineteen-year-old hunkmonkey at her side whom she intends to have sex with because bumping and grinding with J.T. Hellstrom, who has these amazing lickable washboard abs and a totally fine ass and who makes her swoon dreamily and will make her feel so young, Anita Hodges announced Thursday that she's moved out of her fancy upper-west side home and rented a full time room at the Lodge Brothel.

And while the hunkmonkey reminded this hot mama that he's all man and ain't it too bad she doesn't have a friend her own age to whom she can snivel about her failed marriage, Hodges was shocked to see her husband walking out of a brothel room with sex goddess Jill Abbott on his arm.

Although Fred Hodges and Mrs. Abbott had spent a sexless night in bed with their clothes on, Mrs. Hodges assumed the worst which was exactly what she wanted to believe as some sick way of validating her intention of seducing Hellstrom.

Without rehashing the morally bankrupt people in Genoa City the question must be asked: What is it about spending even a moment in a sperm-stained whorehouse that these people find appealing? Is it the smell of crusty love juice splattered on the walls and sticking to the sheets? The pile of used condoms under the bed? The used needles under the mattress?

How can anyone have sex in a bed where possibly disease-ridden slime have had sex before them? Just what is the turn on here?

Does doing fun sticky things to each others' bodies that make them moan and sigh and feel alive and young and delicious make them long for their own lost youths? 

If they must fornicate and cheat on their spouses and lovers and seduce young boys and girls why can't they rent a room at the Genoa City Hotel? This way, at least, the screwing wouldn't seem like some cheap bargain-basement bondage spanking video which, of course, as it should be, as it's supposed to be, as it wouldn't really be a completely soul-numbing soap opera without some sort of demented twist on at least one of the characters, something worthy of, you know, your own various vices and kinks and, um, curiosities.