Back in Chicagoland after retreating from the schitzy scenes going on in glittering Las Vegas. Vegas proved to be a desert of debauchery, and hustle-lucinations. I tried to find my peace, but I lost my will along the way. One friend told me that there are more hopeless dreams flying around in Vegas than flashing lights. He's probably right, and he knows a thing or two about magic- He worked backstage of Penn & Teller.
I was used and abused and spit out. A local film "producer" eeked inside my brain, and exploited me and my talents. Blood on the bedsheets. I was severely underpaid, and under-appreciated. I was thrown out onto the streets. I was attacked by a Las Vegas Judge, and have video evidence to prove it. There's a *fire* in this Candel, but I'm not so sure it's a passionate one.
Good things happened in Vegas, too. I met a Vampire Killr, who is really a hacker knight prince... but is playing out a bad deal from a perilous past. It's not the end of the game yet. @;)
The most valuable aspect of living in the most materialistic and fake places in the world (City of Sin, Babylonia?) is my ability to get under your skin. Yah, I said it.
I like to poke people, I like to prod people. Even though I don't have a dick, I can be a prick, and I stand up for what I believe in. I'm the VooDoo child sub Death Rosa,
and I want to tattoo.
I've got stories for days, an ear for years, and the talent to kick it to the next level.
This is the story of a small town girl, whose gone through hell, and back again. Picking up where I left off and making good on the promises I've made.
Dragon out. Till next time
xxxoooxxxoooxxx
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