I could have gambled big in Vegas in the 70s. Walking down the Strip with a mate. Flashy soft top pulls up alongside. Beautiful white girl in a black dress in the front. Beautiful black girl in a white dress in the back. They ask us if we’d like to party. My mate went to get in. But being a world weary 22 year old, I told him they were hookers. Or possibly something more dangerous. Anyway, we declined and they drove off with a “what’s the matter, don’t you like to fuck?” thrown out as a parting message. I’ve always wondered if I should have gambled. Probably not… but you never know do you?