Las Vegas Diary - Part June
Now as I type this, I walk thru a portion of the casino floor at the Stratosphere that smells like burnt popcorn and diarrhea. Or maybe that’s just the Starbucks.
Now as I type this, I walk thru a portion of the casino floor at the Stratosphere that smells like burnt popcorn and diarrhea. Or maybe that’s just the Starbucks.
The men rushed toward the open door. “Not so fast, fuck-os,” she said. Annie was a small woman, no more than five-foot-three with most of her weight in her disproportionate breasts, of which she often complained gave her backaches.