Got called out to the W last time I was in town. I was feeling frisky so I went across the street to see what I could get into. Ended up meeting a young man at Harrah's while at the cigarette machine. We ended up splitting the pac and talking at the bar for and hour or so went to his room. Good thing it was late enough and my initial date wasn't in the lobby or bar
. I don't consider myself a street walker.
I've worked Vegas a couple of times but I always made sure looked unassuming; scarf, engagement ring, spectacles...... coy yet still slutty enough to be sniffed out by a horn dog.
Oh, and can you believe this little grungy chick with a where's waldo hat came right up to the guy I was sitting with and tried to get him to go with him. Wow, must be scarce out there.
That's a hell of a story Bababoeuy. Sounds like such a free and liberated time in NOLA. However, I am a serious germ-a-phobe and was cringing at the thought.