Wednesday, April 24, 2013 | 4:23 p.m.
There were still six hours left in my shift when I climbed onto a man’s shoulders in four-inch heels. It was a Friday night at Marquee, the hottest club in Las Vegas, and there I was, in a line of cocktail waitresses, waving a giant poster of the letter L.
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