I am waiting for a heading from Thomas Wolfe, something like "You can't go home again". My unseen anima, Justice, the one perfect woman. Now I have to settle for walking through the snow to the local bank where Aymee the teller is the last perfect person, or at least has such a nice smile when she tells you that you are overdrawn. Get a hold of Lily Burana's book and see if you can outdo it...should be easy since you were a house girl and she has been a traveler. And like Lily, you will go on to other, better things, leaving a trail of disappointed fans.

I am a selfish old curmudgeon, so I keep thinking, "Say it ain't so, Jo!" When I turn on my keyboard you are the first person I look to for sparkling wit and conversation. I guess I will have to go back to settling for my cat.

Exactly what are these ladies being charged with? Lascivious carriage? Lewd actioins? If there is so little real crime in Vegas that the cops are all busy pinchingf the artistes, I suppose my faithful cat and I ought to move west. In other words, what is the penalty and are dancers (like prostitutes) just writing it off as the cost of doing business? This is one of the best pieces of writing I have seen from your pen in the past year..but it points out a bigger issue. First they stop paying the strippers, then they charge fees, and now they aren't sticking up for their (one time) employees. If this can happen to the beautiful and talented women who work in the industry, what hope is there for the rest of us?
I have told Mauser that he had better go back to chasing rats for a living...and I guess there are plenty of the two legged variety out there in LV.

I should move to Las Vegas...it must be great to live in a town with so little crime that the cops have nothing better to do than harass honest working girls. And as one who years ago stopped falling in love with cheerleaders and determined that strippers were higher evolved forms of life, I must say: I continually fall in love with strippers. But they must all be sweet and innocent with a heart of gold beneath their scanty garb.

When I lived in Denver, the clubs there would reject a tattooed lady, or else compel the dancer to cover up with enough body makeup to make a Gothette look like Little Mary Sunshine. What's the policy on decorations in Las Vegas clubs?