Were having lunch at a coffee shop/gentleman’s club.
Only in Nevada would the best eggs and toast be at a
well lit, quaint establishment attached to a strip
club. At least I think it is a strip club. Gentleman’s
clubs don’t make you become a member but I’m pretty sure
they have something to do with naked women. Oh, I
just found out it is not a strip club, it’s a house of
prostitution. They sell souvenir mugs and t-shirts.
Grandma, guess what you’re getting for Christmas!