"Despite the bright Nevada sun, the room was dark and the air stuffy; an obscure I Love Lucy rerun played on mute. A bell rang and a nondescript, pudgy man entered. Suddenly about a dozen women came running from a maze of long hallways, whooshed past me, and lined up in the foyer. Each woman folded her hands behind her back, stepped forward, and said her name. The man pointed to the second woman on the left, a zaftig platinum blonde wearing a red thong and lace bra. She took his hand and led him to her room."
- From An Economist Walks into a Brothel: And Other Unexpected Places to Understand Risk by Allison Schrager