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This gorgeous godsend was a showgirl back in the day when Vegas was only a handful of casinos dropped in the sand and Senators weren’t afraid to rub elbows with Italian gentlemen or pinch glamour girls on the behind, ‘cause no one was watching anyhow. Back then Sin City was an oasis of debauchery and wealthy fellows were falling over one another to claim the title sugar daddy to one of the town’s long-legged beauties. But Georgette never was that kind of a girl.
Ever wonder how all those chapels came to be on the Boulevard? Well, Georgette had a very strict policy – if a man wanted to take her to breakfast, he had to take her to the chapel first. To be honest, she always was more interested in those no good two-bit drunken bass players than serving it up for starry-eyed geriatrics with pocket books thicker than her waist. But, business is business, and pleasure is pleasure, and when it comes right down to it there’s no business like showbusiness, and that’s one subject Georgette has a degree in.
She keeps the memories of those bass players in her heart, and the memories of her sugar daddies in her safety deposit box, and by now she has so many last names she needs three passports just to fit them in, and she carries a special jewelry case just for her wedding bands.
Take a look at her fabulous figure, and you’ll see why breakfast with her feels worth a trip past the chapel…