Tonight was a very interesting night. While waiting for my roommate to come out of the dark men-only room at a club, I struck up a conversation with a VERY interesting (but sadly quite unattractive) German who wanted to take me home, while simultaneously quasi-flirting with a rent boy who seemed interested even though I mentioned several times that I had no money. Then my roommate came out, feigned alcohol poisoning, and helped me run away. Good times, yo! This is what happens when prostitution is legal.
"Why, I make more money than... than... than Calvin Coolidge! PUT TOGETHER!"
~Lina Lamont
My name wasn't, isn't, and will never be Scott.