At least, I did in the dream I had last night, and before you ask, no - I've no idea either.
|I have a membership card.|
Oh, and by the way, my actions in the brothel were much less celibate than what I made it seem to my parents.
Nevertheless, I can't really complain about having such a dream. I wasn't the only person there, either - Robinson was also in attendance... as was Einstein, my friend from secondary school with a Ph.D. in astrophysics. Einstein, who I (along with about 41298109 other people) assume is asexual, would be an odd attendee to the brothel - unless that's his thing, but I'm really not sure about that - which is what made this a much more curious dream than my usual weird encounters. The fact that I ended up having sex with the girl Einstein was trying to get (for free) - who I think may have actually been my girlfriend - was probably even more weird, as he managed to see me doing it.
By the time I woke up, I was totally convinced that I was actually addicted to going there, having formed close connections with the staff and clients, and always bumping into both Robinson and Einstein at various points... plus my friend-who-is-a-teacher, come to think of it. I'm quite pleased I woke up when my alarm went off, though.
Wouldn't have fancied explaining to my boss that I didn't turn up to work in the morning because I was in a brothel. Mind you, she may have taken it in a better fashion than my mother.