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Post by melcrinkle on Dec 7, 2011 19:51:55 GMT 1
Looking somewhat deshevelled, Liz slunk into the entrance, virtually un-noticed. Her clothes looked a mess, event the top she had stolen from someone's washing line, although it did fit which was something. It had seemed like a good plan to choose a risky establishment for work, as she assumed the pay would be better, but looking at the way the girls worked in the casino it seemed a lot harder than she had imagined. The only other option was to work as a stripper, something she hadn't done before but being naked in public didn't faze her at all so long as it paid enough to put a roof over her head. Liz had walked round several times looking for someone who might be in charge, but mostly she had encountered scary looking men slightly worse for wear with drink. She gave up temporariliy and sat on a stool, adjusting her clothes and looking shiftily around. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
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