The Devil Girl of Fremont Street

As I’m still in Vegas having fun and getting lotsa material, this post will be short and sweet.  Just an excuse really to post a few pics I took the other day when I was downtown playing in the Binion’s 2PM deepstack.

This tournament didn’t go well for me and I was done in a few hours.  I had gotten no hands and so on the button I raised with A-10 offsuit.  I caught an Ace on the flop that had two spades, two more than I had.  I bet and got a call (it was heads up).  I bet the turn even though that put a third spade on the board.  Why?  I was first to act and was sure if I checked he’d bet and put me in a bind.  I was hoping he’d fold to the third spade.  Nope, he called.  By the river there was also a possible straight out there but he wouldn’t have called my preflop raise with Jack-9, would he?

I bet again and he min-raised and I thought there was too much in the pot to fold top pair so I called and sure enough he had raised with his straight even though there were three spades out there.

That crippled me but I hung on, had some ups and downs, shoved a few times, with no calls.  Then I got some chips shoving with Ace-Queen and getting called by the big blind, a big stack with Ace-2.  He missed and I had some chips to play with, I thought.

In the big blind I had pocket 10’s.  It folded to the button, an older gentleman who had a stack about the same size as mine.  He made a normal raise.  The small blind shoved for about 1/4 of my stack.  Thinking he might do that with a lot of hands, I thought it was a reasonable risk to play him heads up.  I shoved, figuring the button had been trying to take advantage of his position and wouldn’t call.  But no, he did.

Small blind had Ace-Queen and the button had Ace-King.  The flop was all low cards.  The turn was another low card.  The river was a damn King.  If it had been a Queen, I would have won more chips than I lost.  If it had been a blank, I would have had a ton of chips.  And if my grandmother would have had balls, she would have been grandfather.

Actually, that saying make no sense. If I my grandmother would have had balls, I doubt my grandfather would have married her.  And if he had, it’s hard to conceive of how they could have conceived a child that would have been my parent.

But I digress.

Before departing downtown, I soaked in a little of the atmosphere on Fremont St. and saw the young lady in the pictures below.  Actually, I was pissed about it, because I had seen the same woman the weekend before and she was more naked the previous week.  She still had the devil horns, but the week before she was carrying a scepter and the body paint covering her breasts covered less territory and was more in line with the devil theme.  Frankly, I don’t understand the devil face with the patriotic outfit.  There was no American flags the week before, it was an all devil theme. And please note....this was the weekend before July 4th weekend, so the American flag theme didn't really make sense.  

On the bottom, the week before, she had a very tiny thong that revealed her entire backside.  This time she was only exposing part of her butt, as you can see.  Also, the tail the week before raised up instead of hanging down, covering not one bit of her tush.

Despite the more conservative presentation, I decided to take a few pics of her this time, as I figured my readers might be interested in the kinds of things that go on down at Fremont Street.  I realized this too late the week before and regretting not taking the pics then, which would have been more revealing.

So here’s the Devil Girl of Fremont.