^ actually, I unknowingly went into a bordello once......
It's a story for another qotw, but here's a summary:

I was living on Kos and had finally wangled a date with one of the locals for whom I'd held a torch for some time. Twas way back in the days before the village bouzouki bar opened (enabling tourist-free drinking into the small hours).

I was utterly spakkad and insisting I must find another drinking establishment with Greek music so I could continue my *special* Greek dancing.
"Theleis akoma na chorepseis Katerina?"
The only place I knew of that was still open was the god-awful nightclub for tourists. Nichos knew of somewhere, he said....
He spooned me on the back of his bike and drove far out of the village. To a place full of very friendly local women, all of whom preceded to simultaneously drape themselves around my "date". "What canny lasses", I thought. They filled me with even more whiskey and turned the music up. I was having a brilliant night, dancing on tables, smashing plates.....

I told my only English friend (the one who's now Vice Consul for the island) of my wonderful evening. She was doubled over, pissing herself laughing for ages before she could speak.....

"He took you to the fecking brothel, mate!"
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Fri 30 May 2008, 12:22, Reply)