Well, a hearty felicitaciones to you, young, busted streetwalkers and/or receivers of hot golden showers in this shit pile of a city for finding your way to the corner of Smokin' Hot Avenue and Don't Give A Fuck Boulevard. Try not to drool too hard, and I might just make a special cameo in the wettest of your dreams tonight. All business inquiries should be directed to my sweet cyber cherry that's just twitchin' in anticipation for somebody to come along and rub 'er up. I'm constantly wondering why the hell I'm even still here, but I guess livin' in the Sin City ain't so bad. Once you get past the neon lights and the stuck up chippendale dancer who surprisingly likes a wet tongue up his ass more than you do. Patriarchy is a joke, peasants. And don't be a fool when it comes to the LV Strip. The deeper you go, the more you better be strapped with the finest of metals on your hip. Trust me, you'll need it. $ over everything. Fuck shit up, otherwise. - - - out of are striking out.