Atlantic City

MysticalMom

Witchy Woman
I got mugged by a crack head in Atlantic City. He was tweaking so hard he believed me when I told him all I had was the 10 bucks in my front jeans pocket. Little did he know ( thank the moon) all my money and B's platinum card were in the back one.

The moral of this story: Do not take short cuts, by yourself, through dark alleys to your hotel. :whistle:
 
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