The brothel (The Cotton Tail Ranch) closed many years ago.
Another neat thing about the "bus stop" was that the phone booth gave you no way to dial. There was no number pad. You'd pick it up, and the call would go straight to the operator, because neither she nor you actually knew what was going on. That is, the phone was a very old one, built for a system that relied on operators to "put you through". I remember calling the school to tell them I had arrived, and having to wait for the operator to find the right instructions in the manual to do that. Even then, there were only a few of those phones left in the US.
They mentioned that in the article a couple of times. I wonder if it's still that way? Sometimes Vegas seems like a different country.