The grocer, the butcher, the baker, the merchant, the landlord, the druggist, the liquor dealer, the policeman, the doctor, the city father and the politicians—these are the people who make money out of prostitution.
Prostitution in the towns is like the cesspool in the palace; take away the cesspool and the palace will become an unclean and evil smelling-place.
A hundred castellanoes are as easily obtained for a woman as for a farm, and it is very general and there are plenty of dealers who go about looking for girls; those from nine to ten (years old) are now in demand.
The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture
I'm rather pro-prostitution, I admire people who do it. It can't be much fun. Thank goodness for it. People need relief or they become murderers.
While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.
I like prostitution. My heart has never failed to pound at the sight of one of those provocatively dressed women walking in the rain under the gaslamps, just as the sight of monks in their robes and girdles touches some ascetic, hidden corner of my soul.
I don't understand why prostitution is illegal, Selling is legal, f***ing is legal. So why isn't it legal to sell f***ing? Why should it be illegal to sell something that's legal to give away?
I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.
Straight men who visit prostitutes are valiantly striving to keep sex free from emotion, duty, family--in other words, from society, religion, and procreative Mother Nature.
Empirically, all pornography is made under conditions of inequality based on sex, overwhelmingly by poor, desperate, homeless, pimped women who were sexually abused as children.
Prostitutes don't sell their bodies, they rent their bodies. Housewives sell their bodies when they get married.
The next time a prostitute solicits your business, ask for the clergyman's rate.
I've always been fascinated with the idea of people paying for sex and what goes on with that and why that happens.
In a business society, the role of sex can be summed up in five pitiful little words. There is money in it.
A country without bordellos is like a house without bathrooms.
Every hooker I ever speak to tells me that it beats the hell out of waitressing.
If you want to have sex with strangers, you have to do it the old fashion way and become a prostitute.
Bragging that you had sex with a prostitute is like bragging that you got Doritos out of a vending machine.
Most people don't want to work in commercial sex. They have little choice.
Monogamy and prostitution go together.
I haven't anything against whores, except this: some of them may have an honest tongue but they all have dishonest hearts.
Prostitution is said to be the world's oldest profession. It is, indeed, a model of all professional work: the worker relinquishes control over himself... in exchange for money. Because of the passivity it entails, this is a difficult and, for many, a distasteful role.
I bet this is a brothel," she whispered to Gendry. "You don't even know what a brothel is." "I do so," she insisted. "It's like an inn, with girls.
Prostitution means sexual intercourse between a man and a woman aimed at satisfying the man's sexual and the woman's economic needs. It is obvious that sexual needs, even in a male dominated system, are not as urgent and important as economic needs which, if not satisfied, lead to disease and death. Yet society considers the woman's economic need as less vital than the man's sexual one.
