Reminds me of a story. Back in 1975, I went up to northern Utah for graduate school. As a California boy, that didn't go so well. Lots of Mormons, lots of snow and no beer. Well, I decided to come back to So Cal to finish grad school. So I loaded all my worldly possessions in my Ford Pinto and headed toward California. I drove, by myself, across the Great Salt Lake and across northern Nevada. As I was getting really tired of driving I noticed a sign for the Mustang Ranch. Well, you can imagine how my sex life was in Utah. So I exited I-80 and drove down the road to the Ranch. Thus, my first brothel experience. At the original Mustang Ranch. In retrospect, It was a pretty bad experience...but it happened and that was my first party at the Mustang.
