"Whores are a problem!"
This was yelled at me as I scampered into local Target store one night. I was dolled up but wearing a pretty normal summer dress. The guy was in his 20s and he literally paused his cell phone conversation to yell at me.
It has been one of the highlights of my time in Vegas.
Have a great week.
My own marqee
- Maggie
- Las Vegas by way of Michigan, United States
- "What happens in Vegas ..." is the worse effing cliché in the book. So I will delight myself in avoiding that phrase while figuring out ways to keep the dice hot, temps low and urge to get a quickie wedding lukewarm. Vegas, baby.
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