My husband and I were just discussing prostitutes and the military this past weekend...We were driving past Ft. Lewis, and then we were noticing the small towns all around the base...each town has its 'shady' motels, where we know that the soldiers and prostitutes meet...
Prostitutes were known to follow the troops during every single war ever fought here...One may not like that fact, but its there...
And when the goldrushers went up to the Klondike to pan for gold, not far behind were the 'gals' looking to cash in...When pioneers traveled out west to homestead and get some land, the 'gals' were there again.....
And thus I have a prostitution story for your amusement....
Many, many years ago, when I was a teen-ager, our family had gone out west from Chicago to visit relative in California...on our way home, dad wanted to go through Death Valley, and camp there...but he did not realize that going through Death Valley in the summmer heat is not kindly looked at by the authorities, and altho people do make the trip, even the guide books advise against Death Vally in the summer...
Well, needless to say, it was blazing hot, and there were no campgrounds open, not at that time of year...
So we had to travel outside of Death Valley, and it seems that on the road we were on, there were no campgrounds, indeed, very few towns...Just lots and lots of desert all surrounding Death Valley....
So dad drove on..it was getting dark, we were all hot and tired, and dad thought he would treat us all to an air conditioned motel, at the first town we stopped at, rather than setting up the tent at the first campground we found...
So finally a small town popped up...we went to the gas station, got some gas and cold drinks...dad noticed a motel across the road...so dad asked the gas station attendant if it was a nice motel...
Well, the attendant kind of hemmed and hawed, and dad was not quite sure what the deal was...so he drove the car over to the motel...
When we got there, dad noticed all the lovely young 'ladies' sitting on the front of the motel...all the 'ladies' were dolled up in skimpy clothing, big hairdos, and lots of makeup...
It did not take dad long to drive us out of there, muttering to himself, that he could not put his family up in a 'cathouse'....
So we drove on and on, finally reaching Las Vegas at midnight,and getting a room at a family motel...
End of prostitution story...