Whorehouse Quotes

“He belongs to a whorehouse, not in my heart”
― Munia Khan

“And it’s the only whorehouse in town. They say if you can sprout up twelve inches of dick you get to fuck free.”
― Larry McMurtry, The Last Kind Words Saloon

“Explain to me again why we’re at a whorehouse?”
Gwenvael sighed around his ale. “Because, my thick-headed
brother, if you want information about human men then you go to the
one place all human men come to eventually.”
― G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon

“The women who take husbands not out of love but out of greed, to get their bills paid, to get a fine house and clothes and jewels; the women who marry to get out of a tiresome job, or to get away from disagreeable relatives, or to avoid being called an old maid — these are whores in everything but name. The only difference between them and my girls is that my girls gave a man his money's worth.”
― Polly Adler

“...all this convinced him that he had come to one of those revolting havens where pathetic depravity makes its abode, born of tawdry education and the terrible populousness of the capital. One of those havens where man blasphemously crushes and derides all the pure and holy that adorns life, where woman, the beauty of the world, the crown of creation, turns into some strange, ambiguous being, where, along with purity of soul, she loses everything feminine and repulsively adopts all the mannerisms and insolence of a man, and ceases to be that weak, that beautiful being so different from us.”
― Nikolai Gogol, The Collected Tales of Nikolai Gogol

“A bird kept in a cage will dream of flying for the entirety of her life.
Man, on the contrary, will spend his entire life attempting to ‘fall in
love with the cage’ when confined!”
― Miramoon

“Madonna's- Justify My Love, follows us into the lounge, where several men, seated at the tables, eye us like hungry lions as we walk through.
Tiger asked, "So, this is a WHOREhouse?"
"Actually, a gay BATHhouse. I hope you don't mind that I'm a little bit of a SLUT-puppy."
"MIND? NO. You're MY HERO.”
― Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“Mr. Sweet answered, "THE TANK. WE DON'T HAVE ANY VACANCIES. CALL BACK TOMORROW."
"WAIT. IT'S MiKEY."
"MiKEY?"
"YEAH." I ask him if he's seen Tiger.
"That sweet delicious young thing you brought in tonight with the nice round booty? Yeah I SAW him. Said that he had NO IDEA where you were."
"I'm in my room. Where is he?"
"He left. You know that he's Sebastian Wolfe's lover?"
"I know. How long ago did he leave?"
"Two minutes.. three tops. Did you know-"
"No I DIDN'T." I hang up, put my shoes on, and run out the door.”
― Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“Places where sex is sold are the same everywhere. They always have a viewing window or something similar: a bar, a walkway, a stage where you can see bodies and, if permitted, feel them. It has to be a space that facilitates the circulation of these bodies, so that they can be appraised, touched, negotiated. And it must have an area in which to complete---once agreed upon, once contracted---sexual intercourse. The noise of people or glasses or music always helps. Smoke. Something unspeakable in the air.”
― Cristina Rivera Garza, The Taiga Syndrome

“Women in prostitution tend to perceive the male as the root cause of their fall, and if anything the rudeness of those who frequent them further deepens their antipathy towards men. Besides, having lost their inhibitions through constant exposure to assorted males, the whores become coarse to settle scores even with those they solicit. Yet with a considerate man, the innate woman in them comes alive, inducing them to shower themselves on him and it is thus they make such feel at home even in their brothels.”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“if ‘caged’ then a Man, if ‘freed’ then a “God”
― Miramoon

“To speak of creation, There is always a guilt that throbs every
artist’s heart on taking the credit of a piece of art that the creative force
in the universe has thrusted inside of a human heart and stretched one’s
hand towards building sand castles and lines on the ocean. It’s surreal,
neither to be seen or to be saved. But if it is both “seen and saved” it
could mean the force was strong enough to indulge in the play of the
world, to rip apart the womb of the heart of a man and come out, to
stretch its wings and break the cage, to scream till your voice reaches
the moon. In all such cases it’s always a mystical force that creates art
and never the artist.”
― Miramoon

“There’s a voice that calls me from the beyond, it has no shape, no word,
no symbol and no form, it’s a symphony, whenever I start hearing it,
everything else becomes irrelevant”
― Miramoon

“In the midst of the looming threat that covered and shook our
being, Safiya’s plea continued with a wrath pulled at my shoulders,
her eyes brimming with tears. But I, unmoved, recognized this choice
before me. It could have been bullets that awaited me, and yes, it could
mean the end of my story. Yet, to trade my life for the silence and give
up this music? It was a trade I refused to make.”
― Miramoon

“In the face of war, I stood resolute, for I knew that within the
chaos, a symphony awaited my very being, in whichever form it may
come now, I will accept it with open arms.”
― Miramoon

“All the madness of society that has been depicted dramatically
in fables, allegories, and folklore, which keeps me ensnared in the
pages of these books, more than the world.”
― Miramoon

“Within the confines of the world, we puppet through varied strings
pulling in their own relevant bars”
― Miramoon

“The evolution however did nothing to a man except
to widen the size of his cage, spreading their bars fading their
tangible bodies. Mostly, we formed cages, the ones we refuse to
even acknowledge!”
― Miramoon

“Periods; the only thing as told by my
mother defines “womanhood”
and I wondered…“blood?” So, with the theory, blood and
womanhood held no difference, and with my growing years…it
barely had any.
“You’ll know when you will grow up my child,” she said
smiling and continued, “there’s more to it than just blood.” I
wonder now if by more she meant…. The suffering, endurance, and if, above all, what defines womanhood is staying silent towards
anything and everything considering it a shame to spell out.”
― Miramoon

“The red discharge between a woman’s legs, the pain of no
scar, the misery of no wound, that either leads her to extreme
shame or a child, which I reckon were the same to my mother. Is
that what is supposed to be the essence of womanhood?”
― Miramoon

“what you called out for a really long time, will call you back from
the streets of deafs”
― Miramoon

“Life was never about looping around birth
and death rather a matter of one’s witnessing for how long one
goes on hoping and surviving for a life they’ll never have. The
dyad of life and death was rather a loop of “hope and despair”
― Miramoon

“After all, nothing saves a man more than everything he bears
in immense pain.”
― Miramoon

“What was I to do, if not burn?”
― Miramoon

“The person that I was running from, stood in that mirror
in front of me; I was frightened to death since I knew what had
happened to a person like that. And that’s what happens with age:
the older you get the more you know the consequences of the acts.
Ironically you know how it ends, but what you never learn is
how to stop it.”
― Miramoon

“Let it out,” I whispered “Scream, shout, release whatever
holds you captive. Find your voice in the echoes of your own
sound.”
― Miramoon

“I knew, I did not know a lot of ways of the world. But It was a
scream, a woman’s scream that transcended silence, a proclamation
of existence in a world that had almost forgotten to listen.”
― Miramoon

“There are no repairs to mend the home once torn apart. You can
decorate as much as you desire. yet, the emptiness will explode the
same as that of a cremated body buried in the grave”
― Miramoon