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So about seven years ago the LA Weekly sent me to Nevada to write a story about Ex-Hollywood Madam Heidi Fleiss, who was then trying to go legit and open up the America’s first all male brothel. The story was just about as crazy as you might expect. You can read the original here.
But one reason the whole experience was so nuts was because Fleiss was then grieving for her neighbor. As she told me—when she got out of jail and moved to Nevada she moved to a weird little town called Pahrump.
She knew very little about the place beforehand, but ended up buying property next to what she described as “the oldest living hooker in Nevada.” As these things go the oldest hooker in Nevada loved parrots. She had dozens. Just before I went to interview Heidi, Nevada’s oldest prostitute died—and Heidi was frantic trying to figure out what to do with all those damn birds…
Well according to today’s New York Times she figured it out. Ladies and Gentleman, may I suggest an aytpical mental health worker career trajectory in the key of “P”: Prostitutes to Prison to Pahrump to Parrots to Pet Therapy.
