There are more hookers than poker chips in my hotel. I know I'm sexy,
but someone, anyone, please make them go away.
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The world according to me in the form of observations ranging from the sardonic to the sweet inspired by travel, booze, women, Corporate America and the freeriding externalities of everyday life.
I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast. - Beastie Boys
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