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Diary of a Brothel Receptionist

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The inner workings of a brothel can be either exactly what you think or quite far from the truth - but it's always interesting.

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The Girls Made Me Cry Today

I'm having a terrible day and I don't really want to talk about it.   But a lot of people like the insight into a brothel receptionist's job - and this is part of it. I don't believe in not talking about uncomfortable things.   But first, a little back story. I'm morbidly obese - I have struggled with my weight forever. I have severe psoriasis all over my body that does not respond to any treatment. Please do not ask me if I have tried X Lotion. I probably have. I have severe dep

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Here Penis, Penis, Penis.

Deadest Saturday ever.   The girls reckon that if Fridays are dead Saturdays are full on but if Fridays are busy, Saturdays are dead. Both have been dead-ish this week. They assure me that it's New Years. Whatevs. I get paid no matter what.   I haven't abandoned you guys - there just hasn't either been time or anything I can talk about that won't be bitching about someone that might read this. I've spent a lot of time training another receptionist so I can have time off.   I feel l

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A Letter To Our Girls

Dear ladies,   I love you. I really do. However:   I am not your maid. If you leave a mess everywhere, clean it up.   I am not your mother. It is not my job to listen to your daily woes. While I am happy to do it when we are dead - I'm sure as shit not doing it when we're busy.   I am not your personal taxi. When you ask me to cart you around I lose pay doing it. I expect petrol money and reimbursement for it IF I do it. I probably won't. I certainly won't leave a shift to do it.

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Drama Drama Drama

I walked into a big, messy pile of drama this afternoon.   Late for work - having been out picking up liquor and office supplies for the brothel - I walked in to something I can only describe as "screeching". One girl had gotten into another girl's locker and taken off somewhere random. The first hour at work was spent calming the other girl down, giving her hugs and telling her we'd deal with it. I try to promote the notion of trust, respect and family here. Sometimes it works, sometime

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