May. 1st, 2016 at 3:20 PM
A delightful young woman wearing just a little too much makeup approached me as I stood on a street corner last night. She asked me if I would like to have a little fun, and then told me how much it would cost up front. I told her I admired her enterprising spirit, but hell no, I haven't paid for sex since the Ripper made headlines in London. Something about that must have spooked her, because it's been a while since I've seen a woman run so fast in heels in person. Silly human, I was only implying a connection there. I'm not actually Jack.
Oh, Vegas. I've missed you. It's good to be back.
Oh, Vegas. I've missed you. It's good to be back.