212 Quotes About Prostitution

Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady.

In the end, she realized that anytime you weren't fucking for fun, regardless of what you told yourself, honey, it was hooking.

Of the numerous regrettable elements that go to make up the unlawful carnal-knowledge industry, I should single out for distinction the look of undisguised contempt that is often worn on the faces of its female staff. Some of the working 'hostesses' may have to simulate delight or even interest—itself a pretty cock-shriveling thought—but when these same ladies do the negotiating, they can shrug off the fake charm as a snake discards an unwanted skin.

A good bricklayer can lay his last brick of the day, point up, wash up, turn his back on his day’s work, and every single one of the joints between the bricks will be exactly 15mm. Why? Because he’s done it so many times, that’s why. It’s repetitive. It’s probably the same for a good hairdresser, a mechanic, a musician, a prostitute and I’m sure Masai Warriors hunting lions in the heart of the Masai Mara.

I've often thought a blind man could find his way through London simply by gauging the changes in innuendo: mild through Trafalgar Square, less veiled towards the river.

Men don't pay prostitutes for sex. They pay them to leave.

The just censure of society is accorded to those so inconstant and intemperate that they must take their pleasures in the unholy market of humanity that still sullies the fame of our civilization; but for the traders themselves, these human vampires who prey upon the degradation of their species, society has reserved the right of ruthless suppression.

Prostitution like a snuff film...Worse every day

Catherine de Médicis imagine d’appliquer la prostitution à la politique : elle s’en fait une arme pour vaincre ses ennemis ; elle s’en sert comme d’un narcotique pour les endormir, comme d’une chaîne pour les entraver, comme d’un poison pour les détruire. Jamais peut-être l’immoralité n’avait eu recours à de pareils raffinements ; jamais l’art de gouverner les hommes n’en était venu à l’emploi de si honteux moyen.