We’ve all heard the saying: “couldn’t organise a root in a brothel”. Well, some of you champions somehow manage to get inside one, hand over the cash, pick a girl… and still end up going home with nothing but a lighter wallet and a story you’ll never live down. I’ve seen smarter moves from pigeons walking into sliding glass doors.
Mistake #1: Broadcasting Your Visit Live on Google Maps
Leaving your phone location on. Mate… that’s not just sloppy, that’s Olympic-level stupid. Your mates can literally track your dot as it sits for an hour at “Lotus Blossom Health Spa” — conveniently located between a muffler shop and a Thai takeaway. You might as well post an Instagram story from the waiting room holding up two condoms and a bottle of lube.
Mistake #2: The ATM of Shame
Every brothel has an ATM. Do not — I repeat — do not use it while linked to the joint account, your business account, or anything that can be traced. Nothing says “I’ve been out for some fun” quite like the bank statement reading “The Velvet Touch ATM – $300”. Bonus points if you skip the ATM and direct transfer the money to the working girl’s personal account. “Who’s Tiffany?” “Oh, she’s the new financial advisor, mate.” Sure she is.
Mistake #3: Receipts, Tickets & Brothel Menus in Your Jeans
Laundry day — you pull a little paper ticket out of your pocket: Room 6 – 1 hour. That’s not a clue, that’s a signed confession. I even heard of one bloke who left the laminated brothel menu in his glovebox. Imagine the boys rifling through for jumper cables and finding “Greek +$50” in pink highlighter.
Mistake #4: Public SWAT Team Raids
Some people don’t even play detective — they go full raid mode. They burst through the door, zero in like a sniper, and demand their mate “come out right now”. The rest of us are just sitting in robes, trying not to make eye contact like, “Yep… we’re all about to be on A Current Affair.”
Hall of Fame Excuses
When caught mid-session or just after, blokes try:
Bonus Busted Stories — The Darwin Awards of Punting
Why They Actually Punt
It’s not always about desperation. Some just haven’t had a decent bit of fun in years and want to feel alive again. Some want to try things they’d never mention to anyone else — BDSM, roleplay, being spanked while called a “bad little bin chicken”. Some literally just want to talk. Brothels double as therapy with boobs. You’d be amazed how fast a man will open up about his life when there’s a topless woman nodding supportively.
The Lifestyle Punters
And then you’ve got the lifers. Even if life is cruising along nicely, they still want that ego hit of being wanted. It’s not about romance. It’s about the dopamine rush of being the king — even if it’s only for 45 minutes and costs $250.
Survival Tips for the Hopeless
If you must punt:
Does anyone have any stories like this? If so please chime in on the comment section. Would love to hear some of these.
Even if it’s not you, and it’s just someone you know!
Author: Master Yoda
For: Langtrees.com
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