Well, you can gamble in Cincinnati proper now, and I’m not talking with one’s digestive system and 3-way chili spaghetti, White Castles or goetta.
What can I say? It’s a casino. I’m more of a videogame guy. (Even though gambling these days really just seems like mashing buttons.)
Oh, her again.
Crossed paths with Andrew and Chris and their fine companions. They made me feel underdressed, but this is all my fault because I don’t have an ironing board.
