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"Stripper caught in a strange mafia affair," Naomi says, walking into the kitchen and leaning against a counter across from me as I prepare dinner for everyone. She's talking to me for the first time since her arrival here and the first thing she calls me is a stripper.
I look up at her and flash her a courteous smile, "Naomi, how are you enjoying Las Vegas?"
She frowns and then quickly returns the smile, "I like it a lot. I mean, who wouldn't? It has everything, whores, strippers, bitches, everything."
She's trying to provoke me but I refuse to give her the satisfaction she wants out of it. I hold myself together and widen my smile, "You're right, Las Vegas has all the good things one can ever ask for."
"b***h!" she whispers more to herself than to me.
"Did you say somethin
