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A Vegas story of mine:
A Filipina/Latina cabbie picks us up from Rhino's. She asks us about "happy endings" and then proceeds to drive us to a brothel. We tell her we aren't interested, but play along because hustling is part of the Vegas experience. Then, she drives us to another brothel, but we become irate and demand she take us back to our hotel. Then, she asks us to take a look into her 'black book' to see if there are any women we like. She takes her sweet time to drive back to the hotel and tells us how she has 5 kids to feed. Upon arriving at our hotel, I catch a glimpse at the meter and start grabbing the ones. She she tells us not to waste our time in figuring out how much we should each pay and instead give her a generous tip. I hand over $17, but she tells my friend that we owe her more. I tell my friend to get out of the car because the meter read $14.50 before she turned it off.
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