stuff of a miscellaneous nature
For some reason that cheesy castle at Trop & Boulder has long been popular with out of town pimps importing their stables. It's really no different than any of the dozens of weekly rent places in town, other than the ridiculous design of the facade. There's another Royal Manor just like it on Las Vegas Blvd way down south far past the point where anyone would still call it "The Strip" but I've never noticed anyone working around that one.
At the mention of those working girl money management skills, it bought back a vivid picture I have stuck in my mind from about six months ago. At the time I was sitting at what used to be the lamp bar at the Aladdin at around three or four in the morning, and a head turning, truly beautiful even by Strip standards, early twenties CW sat down next to me. I wasn't up for paying her kind of prices that night, and she was too much a businesswoman in her manner anyway. She didn't flirt that hard, and was probably just wanting a male on her arm as a frat boy repellant, and didn't seem all that eager to close a deal, but after we both established that there wasn't going to be any business between us we did have a friendly chat about nothing while she casually played video poker at the bar. She played fast and lost quickly, and when she restocked the machine with her cash for the third time in about fifteen or twenty minutes I noticed that those were not stacks of dollar bills she was feeding it. They were hundreds. I estimated she burned at least ten thousand dollars at the bar during our thirty minute talk, and she may well have vaporized a lot more after I stumbled away shaking my head. I'm not a poor man, but ten or twenty thousand in United States currency is actually real money to me, and I just wouldn't be OK with it the next morning if it had been my cash. But none of it was, and it wasn’t hers for very long either. Of course it happens all the time at the tables, but she could have made it last longer and probably gotten more entertainment value by putting it in a pile and setting fire to it. I trust she held on to the usual and customary nightly $800 to $1000 to take back to her "boyfriend/agent" to avoid being beaten within an inch of her life. I guess the excess is just as well made to disappear into the machine at the casino as into the hand of her minder back at her room. I have the feeling that girl never had a bank account and probably still doesn't, and may have never kept a nickel for as long as 24 hours.
Last night just after midnight I saw three BSWs on the stretch of Las Vegas Blvd between the Strip and downtown. I haven’t noticed anyone working there in a while. They looked OK but not great at 40 m.p.h. They were on the east side of the street strolling along the area between ABC Bail Bonds and the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, conveniently enough, depending on how the date goes.
Downtown around one a.m. Binion’s looked sad. Nothing at the bar but an overfed frizzy haired blonde, probably a tourist, struggling to stay aboard the poor skinny little barstool holding her up. The casino felt like a graveyard. Nobody home, and I don’t know how they’re going to pay the light bill. Even the foursome at the craps table looked sedated. The most lively activity in the place was the elderly gentleman on a ladder vacuuming and re-vacuuming the fixtures on the ceiling. But it was a Tuesday night in a notorious slow period the week before all that virtuous Thanksgiving togetherness. I don’t enjoy reporting the death agony of this place, but that’s what I saw. I’ll still look in on the bar from time to time.
The Nugget, on the other hand, seems to be doing a terrific business on the busy crowded casino floor after the change of ownership, but there were no professional companions at either bar on the casino floor.
At the edifice on the NE corner of Harmon and LV Blvd around one-thirty or two, at the bar under the hole in the air where the magic lamp used to live, there was exactly one working girl when I rolled in. A very nicely put together mid twenties black woman. She wasn’t getting any business at the moment, and made for pleasant conversation. She’s actually Cuban, from Miami, but has spent several months in Vegas every year for several years of her young life. I made no effort to negotiate anything. There are usually a lot of circulating CWs strolling by in front of the Aladdin that time of night, but not a single one this time. It was chilly out. Back inside a half hour later, there were now at least seven around the bar looking hungry: four black CWs, all very presentable; two Asian CWs, one of them slender petite and attractive, one not; and one almost too young looking waif thin raven haired white girl, who attached herself to me with working girls’ super glue. She was very cute, but had two shiny gold front teeth that flashed when they caught the lights of the casino, and gave me the creeps. She was also foul mouthed trailer trash whenever she made the mistake of speaking. Sounded like she was raised by MTV. I asked about the bullion in her face, and she proudly announced that she had more money in her mouth than most people have in the bank. I announced that I suddenly remembered it was time for me to go have my car detailed. At three a.m. She was not happy. But aside from the one lumpy looking Korean gal, all the rest had plenty of looks to spare for working the Strip resorts. I overheard one of them saying something about a problem earlier involving security at the Bellagio. Don’t know what that bit of information or CW gossip really was about. I was also hit on by two more on my way out to my car through the Desert Passage mall maze. “Hey, where you goin? Come back, don’t you like us, baby?” “Sure I do sweetheart, I like ya so much I’ll only charge five to do ya both.”
A little strange-but common
Security kicking it with cw's is not out of the ordinary. These guys can be their best friend or worse enemy, depending on, what's in it for them.
I don't think security is part of any setup. You should be careful of doing it in a car on casino property. They have guys on bikes and their cameras pick up things even faster. Late in the morning, its slow, so they have more things to look for.
I did it twice in a dark neighborhood and still felt uncomfortable. You don't know who will roll up on you or walk by.
CW's will tell you to go to your car if you don't have a room but you have to realize most of them have a record so they don't care if you get caught. Sex in public in Nevada is a FELONY.
