One of the few non-smoking hotels in Vegas…
so I found a quiet bench outside for a proper cigarette break, leather, boots crossed, and a little late-night boot fetish vibe while the smoke drifts into the night.
I’m tired of you constantly whining in my basement... I buy you all sorts of «toys»... I «entertain» you... Bitch, you should’ve been grateful! Now it’s too late… I found a solution:3