Tropicana Yesterday Afternoon
Saw something yesterday that was a little over the top...
I left the Orleans headed towards I-15. As I approached
the railroad bridge I saw a cute little BSW scanning traffic & giving "the look" didn't think much of it.
About 300' further on I spotted a tall slim WSW. Bright red top, shorty short skirt & made up to the T's. As soon as I spotted her it looked like somebody turned on a giant magnet! At least 4-5 cars pulled over at the same time
and she dissapeared in a flash. As best I could tell the guy who got her pulled over from the LEFT LANE! Caused a small traffic jam. Way to keep a low profile Einstein!
I have never seen anything so obvious. Looked like something staged for "Cops" on TV.
Great Idea For A New Thread Speck
VALUE MEALS / PUSSY FOR $25 OR LESS
[QUOTE=Speck]
A $25 fs girl around Los Angeles has a name.....homeless[/QUOTE]
I've been out of town since the big round up on Tropicanna in July. Since returning, I've been diappointed with the short supply of providers on my normal Fremont and Boulder runs. This has lead me to return to what was once a very productive hood which I long ago exchanged for the higher class CG's (crack girls) of Fremont Street.
I'll call it the IRON PRIRITE TRIANGLE. The I.P. Triangle is a convenient motor route bounded by Las Vegas Boulevard North, Main Street, and Ogden. This is the epicenter of the Las Vegas homeless with such notable landmarks as the Piute Reservation, Shade Tree (a home for unwed mothers), Don Reynold's Catholic Charities, and Bob Stupid's MASH village.
There are also several notable watering holes within these boundries to which displaced barflies of the once infamous Ukelelee have migrated such as the VFW, American Legion, Gold Spike, and most interesting, Gabe's.
Saturday I was bar hopping in the I.P. Triangle and spotted a likely candidate walking on the Boulevard in front of Deseret Industries. I stopped to get a closer look at the merchandise and asked her directions for the nearest Mormon church. Since she didn't know, she passed the undercover test. I then asked if she could give me a good massage. Her positive response got her an invitaion to hop in.
I took her to the ranch and hosed her off outside. Then I suggested she take a shower while I laundered her clothes. She was very appreciative. What followed was nearly an hour of one of the best massages I have ever had culminating with a very slow and tender BBBJCIM. She got every drop and swallowed. After her appetizer, I fed her an entree of leftover chicken scraps washed down with a beer. She was one happy "camper".
On the way back to the Triangle, she insisted on showing me her camp. She then asked me for ten dollars. I threw a fit telling her after everything I've done for you, you dare ask for ten dollars! I was just toying with her and to build her self esteem and comprehension of capitalism, I told her she deserved more while handing her a Jackson.