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A mortician in need of a leash.

There’s probably something to be said about passing (or perceived queerness) in regards to the escort cards. None of the greeters were targeting women, but snapping their fingers and pushing cards into the hands of every passing man.

Maybe twenty percent of the greeters I passed gave me cards, nodding and clicking their teeth.

11:36 pm • 10 February 2012 • 6 notes

zoomalark said: I say you’re lucky with all those cards ;D
cherith said: You’re in VEGAS? *sighs happily* I always wondered if they made any assumptions. Or if it’s just a certain percentage of them don’t care who they give them to, and hand them out at random.
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