February 21st, 2004

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London Ramada walked into the inn, scanned the lobby for any available men, (or unavailable men, for that matter,) did a few model poses, to stir them up, then headed to the bar. She just knew that there were at least 2 or 3 men following closely behind her, trying their damnedest not to be obvious about it, & of course, failing miserably.

London entered the room &, in her own mind, everything stopped for a moment to simply admire her beauty & grace. She was the most elegant woman in the room, & underneath it all, she was the dirtiest, raunchiest, wildest woman you could possibly imagine. That was, perhaps, the worst kept secret in history, but she paid no mind to such details tonight. She was out to get one thing & one thing only...