bigpaulyb

Nine years ago, I hung around Las Vegas for about three weeks.  Living on Fremont Street, one of the main roads taking you into downtown Vegas and southeastward to the east side of town, there were no good places to stay.  Only varying degrees of bad ones.

One early morning on a cool March day, I walked up to the downtown part of Vegas.  A woman in a white T-shirt approached me, dark hair, somewhat petite build.  She often to perform....um....a service on me in exchange for buying her coffee.  Think of what Monica Lewinsky did to one of our former Presidents, and you'll get the picture.  Whatever happened to ol' Monica anyways?

Well, that certainly woke me up!  But just as quickly, I noticed something odd.  She was talking to me, but she wasn't making eye contact.  I look around, wondering if a car on Fremont had gotten her attention, only to see no cars nearby.  Not knowing where this lady's mouth had been, or what STDs she carried on her person, I politely decline.

A good thing I did.  These people who offer their services, I would later find out, were fronts for criminals.  They get you in your room, put something in your drink to knock out, or beat you up, and steal anything you may have of value.  In other words, it would have been a much more expensive hummer then led on.

And of course, prostitution in Vegas is illegal.  It just doesn't stop some "ladies of the night looking" for income from trying.

Always think with the big head, and not with the little one.