Mack Moore wanted to buy some farmland in Nevada, but just happened to buy 80 acres with a brothel on one end. Suuuure, Mack, you didn't intend to give up running a funeral home to run a brothel, it just happened to you. Why can't we have all the luck? Mack has built a thriving business, largely because he improved the aesthetic of the brothel rather than just trying to squeeze every penny out of it. Good on you, Mack, taking care of business is more than just profit margins! According to Facebook the brothel closed last fall, so I don't know why the local newspaper is running stories about Mack and his ladies now -- but the article is amusing enough that it's worth reading, even if you can't give Mack your business anymore. In the meantime, there's apparently an obscure film about Angel's Ladies out there, if you want to see the goings-on yourself.

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Want to know where Android app developers and widget designers go to get laid during CES? It's Sheri's Ranch, but, of course, that's according to Sheri's Ranch, who has learned that social media and a web presence makes things true; they've cultivated an online presence that makes most businesses jealous, because you can't just market sex the old way anymore. Really, does anyone look at those escort postcards that are lying all over the sidewalk? Twitter is king among the employees of the brothel, although they're all quite miffed that LinkedIn doesn't approve of networking for sex with their system. Especially at CES, LinkedIn is the right place to find the kind of customers that shop for adult entertainment with their smartphone.

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Apparently, according to The Blemish, Justin Bieber was getting some hot Panamanian and Brazilian pussy at South American brothels. So fucking what, people: so, it's OK for him to fuck hot chicks as long as there's some semblance of 'dating'? Oh, but pay for something special, ooooh, how skanky? Good for you, Bieber, injecting some of your brazillions of dollars into the Brazillion economy, and a little bit of that other kind of 'injection' too. Where else are you going to find a Selena Gomez lookalike except for Brazil and Panama, aside from the less-cute half of this lesbian couple?

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As if you really needed to hire a geek prostitute, you could always go to the Alien Cathouse in Nevada. Marvel at their 1997-era graphics! Amaze at their purple blow-up dolls and heavily-tattooed sex workers! Actually, that last one sounds pretty awesome. I'm not entirely sure what the 'alien experience' is there, the website makes it look sorta like a nice, clean brothel (which is a plus, of course), but I'd like to see more 'alien' in their entertainment selections.

With Greece's cash-strapped, well, everything, it's tough to find somebody to sponsor your sporting events. When you need money, you go looking for the people who have a positive money flow, and that path led one Greek soccer team to the doorstep of their local brothel. The gals of Villa Erotica ponied up and bought pink uniforms, emblazoned with their logo, to dress up their newly acquired players. No word yet on whether or not this has improved team morale, but if the players seem depressed or stressed out in any way, I'm sure the team sponsor can help them out in that regard.

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As if Zumba doesn't already make my pants tight, I have even more reason to be excited. A Zumba workshop in Maine decided to pick up some extra clients on the side, and has been shut down for prostitution. Proprietor Alexis Wright allegedly serviced male customers when she wasn't shaking her moneymaker helping middle-aged women feel better about themselves. Supposedly her clientele was more than just your average man on the street: there's rumors that a local TV personality may have been caught up in the sting, seeing as they're likely to reveal her client list.