Whorehouse used in a sentence

Whorehouse in a sentence as a noun

Is there no precedent for a warrant like "this whorehouse, address blah blah, and all the whores found therein"?

It sounds like AirBnb is just trying to prevent someone’s home from becoming a whorehouse, or the set of a porn film.

I swear the handset makers and telcos couldn't get laid in a whorehouse. It took apple to wade in and do it themselves to shake it up.

I heard this quote somewhere: Run your startup like a one story whorehouse. It was mentioned by a VC who has seen many startups come and go.

Only the GPL causes enterprise legal panic like syphilis in a whorehouse.

That would be a whorehouse, and they are illegal. So, you end up with girls in the streets, with no security, who cannot even talk straight about what they were willing and not willing to do.

It's just one gigantic corporate whorehouse that has ruined pretty much every locality it ever was held at.

So I worked feverishly today, and then went to a high-class whorehouse for consolidated intense relaxation. It was fantastic, I was walking on air when I left.

Don’t Tell mum I work on the rigs, she thinks I’m a piano player in a whorehouse, by Paul Carter, read this one awhile ago but it’s about an oil well driller. The industry has changed quite a bit since this book was written but I remember really enjoying it.

I was reminded of this story about a madame who runs a cyberpunk pleasure house with mechanical delights and persons of various genders and combinations thereof and is taken to task by the owner of the already established whorehouse in town. And then they take each other to task and so on.

>Because a baby whose mother is infected with Hep-B Well, we didn't elect to deliver in the back room of a whorehouse, or under a tree on the prairie. We went to one of the best hospitals in the country, where blood tests are done in advance of delivery, where these things are discussed and planned as part of the pre-natal pregnancy care.

After all, a garden is where exciting things can happen, where people play games for fun, where they build crappy things with stones and branches and leaves, and where it's boring most of the time - in contrast, the alley is where people mistake drug addiction for fun, the mall where they mistake consumption for creativity, and the whorehouse is where the fun never stops. I know where I'd rather be.

For every Cicero and Virgil, there were a thousand who had said "**** I got ********* at that whorehouse and I'm ******* sure that ***** took my purse, if mom finds out I'm dead LOL FML," or something like that, except in impeccable classical Latin.

It is of some significance to this story that, at the end \nof the day, these two men unwind by sitting out in the rain and hoisting a beer, \npaying no attention whatsoever to the industrial-scale whorehouse next door. \nBoth of them have seen many young Western men arrive here on business missions \nand completely lose control of their sphincters and become impediments to any \nkind of organized activity.

Presumably whorehouse physical contact is psychologically healthier for the client than being addicted to text-mode OnlyFans-like intimacy.