My Night With The Divas

It all started because a woman named Georgia, whom I had never met, came into town and wanted tapas.  One thing led to another, arrangements were made, potential divas were contacted and before I knew it, there I was with Georgia, Molly and Cynde, being driven to Beverly Hills by a Moroccan named Morad in... Continue Reading →


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