Las Vegas strippers disappear. Apartment managers tell me, "The door wasn't shut. Wide open. She was in a hurry to get out. She didn't shut the door to close it behind her." Stripping while lap dancing isn't for all. Neither is hosting nude as a hustler, cocktail whore seeking extra tips, or strip poker at the dungeon downtown near Fremont Street. One of the strippers that came to me for a book left her husband at the wedding chapel down on Las Vegas Boulevard to join a poker tournament, "I found myself sitting at the airport. I didn't know what to do. I grabbed a newspaper and a coffee. The newspaper said something about a poker tournament. I went down there. I didn't last a day. First round, I was out. I started to post myself on Craigslist. I met a few guys. I didn't know I had to have a Sheriff's Card." The girl was tripping out; Marriage? Chapel? Poker championship? Hotel, what hotel do I stay in? - Read books LasVegasPortfolio.com