And here comes Part II of Stefanie in Wonderland. The land of tiny Elvis and grandmas in real-fur coats that drag on the floor. Where it’s okay to smoke everywhere and let’s not forget about those card-slapping people (man… I really want one of those shirts, I’d wear it as a night gown haha),
what would vegas be without a nice escort service… haha
at least we were able to act french in public. Until that one evening at a restaurant, when a french family came to our table and started chatting away. They thought we were french because of my beret… but we were able to keep our cover with a couple friendly nods and “merci” and “au revoir” HAHA
he had a little itch right there!
Look at me, I’m gambling!!
