Belle From Hell

Each night, she stands on the street corner in plain view. She’s one of many on Pacific Avenue. “Hey honey, do you have some time for a nice date? You and I can get together for something great. Did you have a lucky night in the casinos? Have some good luck with me tonight. Anything goes!” With her tight silk dress, and her flashing jewelry, she’s beckoning me here in Atlantic City. I inadvertently have to disappoint her. I don’t have money to become her customer.