| sly lies of the fly lines ( @ 2009-04-20 05:32:00 |
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Casino In Sharm El Sheikh
In the casino in egypt you could smoke. The gentlemen at the poker tables had whores hanging on your shoulders, who would peek at your cards. I was the only skirt seated at the table between an italian godfather dying of emphysema hour hence and a polish man in holy sweatpants with five grand on the table.
I love poker.