by Dillinger65 October 20, 2009

A very large sum of money. The term is a reference to the armies of rent boys used by Briggsy, the world famous gay modern artist.
by Gordy Frigmahole February 6, 2007

This stock is cheaper than a whore in a german flat-rate brothel.
Wow, this car is cheaper than a whore in a german flat-rate brothel!
Yo mama is cheaper than a whore in a german flat-rate brothel...
Wow, this car is cheaper than a whore in a german flat-rate brothel!
Yo mama is cheaper than a whore in a german flat-rate brothel...
by rickyboi January 11, 2016

(Girlfriend after boyfriend caught cheating)
Catching him kissing my best friend just made me madder than a baptist in a brothel!
Catching him kissing my best friend just made me madder than a baptist in a brothel!
by Mistabone February 1, 2018

A grotesque fever-dream of a “pleasure house” that serves no purpose other than to mentally eviscerate and physically disorient its unfortunate patrons. Tucked in the darkest mildew-slick corner of Brunswick where GPS refuses to function, this brothel is infamous for its fully clothed women—dressed like angry librarians from a Soviet horror film—who don’t seduce you, but psychologically break you down while force-feeding you lukewarm bean water and whispering your dead relatives’ regrets into your ear.
You pay to enter, thinking you’re about to be touched by angels. Instead, you’re tackled into a recliner covered in someone’s dad’s back sweat, interrogated about your deepest fears, and then beaten senseless with a bag of frozen hot dogs while an off-key rendition of Ave Maria plays on a loop in the background. At some point, one of the women (named something like Marlene or Deb) will make eye contact so deep it reaches into your childhood and rips out your last happy memory.
The session ends only when you cry out your mother’s maiden name, admit your worst sin, and vomit—at which point you are handed a certificate of shame and a partially used bar of Irish Spring as a “thank you.”
You pay to enter, thinking you’re about to be touched by angels. Instead, you’re tackled into a recliner covered in someone’s dad’s back sweat, interrogated about your deepest fears, and then beaten senseless with a bag of frozen hot dogs while an off-key rendition of Ave Maria plays on a loop in the background. At some point, one of the women (named something like Marlene or Deb) will make eye contact so deep it reaches into your childhood and rips out your last happy memory.
The session ends only when you cry out your mother’s maiden name, admit your worst sin, and vomit—at which point you are handed a certificate of shame and a partially used bar of Irish Spring as a “thank you.”
“I thought I was tough until I spent 12 minutes in a Brunswick Brothel and came out speaking in Morse code and fearing ceiling fans.”
by XSP8 June 24, 2025

A Political Ideology relying on the ideals that prostitution and brothels are completely legal, and the central part of all economies in the nation. Brothels create cities, states, etc. to instill a equal access to sexual pleasure.
Thanks to Brothelism, my ability to get the next level of necessities in the 21st century is more achievable than ever.
by Reed Weed August 26, 2020

