downtown casino conversations
	
	
		Occasionally I do something unusual with working girls in town: talk to them.  And sometimes listen.  I ran into a BCW acquaintance outside Binion's the other day, and bought her a few drinks and listened to her tale of woe for a while.  She had been arrested by Metro inside the Golden Nugget, and when I debriefed her on the details it became clear to me that she was targeted with help from the Nugget's security.  I know her well enough that I'm sure she would not likely be the sort who would draw negative attention to herself in a casino.  She knows how to be discrete and behave herself in polite society; so if anything the Nugget is even more unfriendly to CWs now at the end of the Poster boys’ ownership.  I understand Gaming Commision approval of the sale of the property is still pending.
She also related to me some information on Metro running stings with female officers on the Strip to bust pimps.  I'm not quite sure how she would know that, but if it's true, then personally I think that would be an excellent use of police resources, and I wish them much success.  For some time now the pimps and wannabe pimps have been getting out of control on south Las Vegas Blvd in the resort corridor, creating a problem for everyone: tourists, employees, locals, and CWs alike.  Last time I went to the Strip, about a week ago, underemployed men with room temperature IQs were thick and very brazenly aggressive along the walkways in the mid-Strip area around Flamingo to Harmon.  One of these ill mannered menacing clowns attached himself to the asses of a pair of very young tourist girls in front of me and began spewing his ridiculous pimp rap on them.  They looked like they couldn't be more than about fifteen, I heard them say they were from San Diego, and they were obviously tourists in town with their families.  Fortunately I had the pleasure of seeing the teenyboppers blow him off just as aggressively as he tried to reel them in.  Unfortunately it is not currently legal for me to shoot these idiots on the spot, as it should be, so he still lives.
When I ran into the downtown CW acquaintance above she was headed for the front bar at Binion's, and I had just come from there myself.  I saw another BCW friend inside with an apparent tourist on her fishing line, and she also had an apparent WCW friend out with her.  For quite some time now, whenever I see CWs downtown that is where they are.  It's not reliable at all, probably only about one night out of three on average, and only one or two at a time, but that is the place for downtown CWs to park themselves these days.  Going rates are still just about half the standard on the Strip:  instead of quoting five bills and coming down to three or possibly two with negotiation, the tourist quote is usually two to three bills with one and a half or possibly one as the final bottom line.
Actually, I doubt if most of the staff at Binion's would take notice if you backed up a U-Haul to the door and began unbolting their slot machines and loading them.  Along with the working girls I watched a scruffy dude empty a jail issued plastic property bag and spend half an hour taking inventory of his belongings and release documents at the bar without buying anything while also panhandling everyone nearby.  Try that in most casinos and you'll get a sore ass when security bounces it off the pavement while tossing you from the property.  I keep hearing persistent credible rumors that MTR gaming, the newest new owners from West Virginia, are not doing well (again) and are shopping for a buyer to bail them out of it, and some of the staff is once again getting into the habit of cashing their paychecks at the casino cage for fear they might bounce, as they did at the end of Becky Binion's reign.  In any case, the employees are too busy fondling their union cards and counting the minutes to retirement day to pay any mind to what's happening inside the old joint, whether good, bad, or ugly.
	 
 
	
	
	
		Report - Heather at Aladdin
	
	
		Was at a conference 1-2 months ago and met Heather at the old lamp bar at the Aladdin.  There were a few other girls there, a few 9's, but all business.  Some very aggressive ones.  Heather was about a 7 but appeared to be GFE material.
Took her back to my room and she spent 2-3 hours there, provided FS including a CBJ to get things started.  Very relaxed, talkative (except when she had my **** in her mouth).  Recommended.  Cost was 3 bills, I think I could have gotten away with $2 but what the hell.