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If prostitution were legalized it would save more marriages than it would ruin. Visiting a prostitute is not the same as cheating in a relationship. Just give me the benefit of the doubt, for the moment. A prostitute is performing a service to satisfy a need, like going to the barber or having a pedicure. The problem is not prostitution, it's that people have difficulty dissociating sex from a relationship, religion, and reproduction.

Sex, you may be surprised to find, is not the same for a man as a woman. And not just physically, every wife discovers, at some point, that their husband masterbates (shock!). Every man masterbates and anyone that denies that they do is a liar. And yet, for some reason when a wife first discovers this fact, whether by discovering bestiality pictures in the temp directory of their web browser or a slave tucked in the back of a closet, they're always surprised. And offended. It's always the same thing:
"What, I'm not good enough?"
No, you're not. Of course you're not: You are nowhere near enough! It is simply not possible for any one woman to satisfy completely and indefinitely any man. As my father once said, "Bees move from flower to flower, not the other way around." Admittedly, he is old-school, but there is some wisdom to those words (and lechery). Look, men need visual stimulation, we need variety, and we need frequency. So unless you are able to provide us with a steady rotation of blonde, brunette, and redhead wigs, a cup size that grows and shrinks between double-A and triple-D, the ability to change ethnicity on a regular basis, and happen to know a lot of hot friends that want to make out with you, you are simply not enough.
This brings us back to the issue of prostitution. To preface, the most common wedge in a relationship is - statistically - either money or sex. Now, in a magical world where prostitution were legal and accepted, all sex arguments would cease. Think about it: You get up every morning, shave, shower, poop, and get dressed; head off to work. Then after a long day swing by the local sex worker for a quickie before returning home. Kiss the wife, have dinner, and enjoy a good book or round of cards before hitting the hay. You might even be motivated enough to mend that broken fence or change the oil on the wife's car. No pressure on either party to perform, no arguments about how one person is or is not in the mood, and no mess.
In fact, prostitution shouldn't just be accepted, it should be expected. If a crabby husband comes home from work, the response would be, "What's wrong with you, you forget to make a pit stop on the way home? I told you not to come home without stopping by The District first, you're always such an jerk when you skip your session! Oh no, don't you look at me that way, my booty stays in its pants tonight: I'm watching CSI."

Let me tell you something, I'd be a hell of a lot more productive if I visited a prostitute on a regular basis. I'd wake up every day and make breakfast. In the evenings, I would balance the washing machine and mow the lawn. I wouldn't have to expend all my energy thinking about how I'm going to cajole my wife into sex, as I do today. No worries about her being too tired or what positions she is or isn't comfortable with. If I want to do something in particular, it costs a few extra bucks on the menu instead of weeks of whining and several hundred dollars on massages and flowers afterward. I can't afford to buy any more jewelry. With legalized prostitution, I could focus on that second language I've always wanted to learn, or maybe pick up the guitar (a real one this time). Maybe I'd even spend some time with the kids and enjoy myself for a change!
Seriously, if prostitution was a regulated industry that provided a safe, secure environment for its employees, what would be the problem? Too many happy people? Too many husbands that are content to stay with their wives? Divorce lawyers out of work? Cops with fewer job perks? We'd certainly get a few people back into the confession booths. Tax the hell out of it like we do booze and cigarettes, and maybe we'd even balance a budget. I, for one, wouldn't mind paying that tax.
Every day.
Sometimes twice.
Disclosure: The above is satire. I've searched high and low in the site Terms of Use, but cannot find where any of the above content violates those terms. However, if anyone feels offended in any way, please let me know either in the comments or via private message.
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