Looking for sugar daddy – 300th Edition

Like every other starry-eyed bimbo, when I arrived in Vegas I had champagne wishes and caviar dreams. But as a broke hack living in a shitty apartment across from Palace Station, it wasn’t like I could take myself to Guy Savoy. I noticed that my fellow broke-ass hoes had it all figured out — the fast path to success wasn’t through hard work and diligence, but by way of whoring oneself out to a rich old man. I needed a sugar daddy.
By lasvegascitylife.com

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