Lindsay meandered in a directionless circle on the corner of East Andreas Road and North Sunrise Way with a wireless Bluetooth device wedged in her ear. “I don’t know if we’re ever gonna reopen. That’s strictly up to the governor, no one else.” She tucked...
“Look, baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.” It’d been a lengthy, exhaustive shift for Lindsay – four turbocharged, grueling parties and currently setting up a fifth that would end her first “real” day back to work after the emergence from shut...
“Back in the day, we had paper registers – massive logbooks – and that’s how we kept track of revenue and expenses for the house, how many parties each girl had during their stays, their net payout, and so forth. I’m talking financial statements with the...
