Boss Vegas
A sizzling threeway in a sizzling town
It's a Wednesday in August. In Las Vegas. Actually, it isn’t Las Vegas. Strictly speaking, most of the Strip where we are walking is in ironically named Paradise, Nevada. You call this shit Paradise? It's a hundred fucking fifteen degrees. Later tonight, it will get hotter than that, though I certainly don’t know that yet. On the plus side, there are mist machines every other block to cool us down. Also on the plus side,...