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so bad that I’m actually whispering it to myself. I’m looking around the bedroom, making sure that I’m truly alone and trying to identify the piss smell. It’s as strong as it was last night.
    Please be a dream, please be a dream.
    Urine. Shit. Vomit.
    Please be a dream.
    I go to the bathroom and see chunks of puke on the toilet and all over the floor. In the bedroom, the urine smell is too intense for Alien to not be here. It’s like she’s in the room and I just can’t see her, but when I take a closer look at the bed I find the answer. Grabbing a handful of blankets, I tug everything off the mattress and see it: a large piss stain.
    It’s not a dream. It all happened.
    I get the first flight back home and promise myself that I’ll never go to Vegas again.
     
1 Committed suicide in 2011.
2 Scripted reality show that aired from 2006 to 2010 on MTV. Preceded by Laguna Beach.
3 The huge gap between a woman’s fake breasts that is so huge they should ask their doctor for a refund.
4 Prostitution.
5 A person, usually a woman, that is featured on the site so often and so prominently that they become well-known amongst the users, and by extension, throughout the nightlife scene as a whole. A Dirty Celeb becomes official when they’re given a moniker by Nik Richie. Traditionally, this is a name that references or alludes to their worst physical feature.
6 An individual whose goal in life is to become famous. Typically, this person will have no remarkable talent or skill.
7 Putting someone in the spotlight and/or exposing them; talking crap about someone.
8 www.thedirty.com
9 Slang vernacular for “penis.”
10 Refers to: fake breasts. The idea is that by having them they automatically add two points to the traditional one to ten scale of attractiveness. For instance, if you were a six you’d automatically be an eight.
11 Stands for: Dennis Rodman Disease, so called because everyone in Newport says Dennis Rodman is the dirtiest guy around.

A Call From Justin Levine
    Everyone in Vegas is still buzzing over the Leper and Alien show, going on about how psycho and crazy these girls are. The strip shows and public make-out sessions and all those rumors about drugs and fucking, most of which I believe. However, these people, the spectators, only see a fraction of what they really are. They had the luxury of remaining at a safe distance whereas I was the one responsible for getting them on airplanes and keeping them from jumping out of hotel windows. If Vegas taught me anything, it’s the difference between how someone is perceived on the site and having to be around them, dealing with their bullshit. Keeping them alive.
    So it’s about two weeks after our premiere event at the Hard Rock; traffic is up. Everyone is commenting on the pictures we put up of Leper, Alien, and G-Girl out at Body English. The whole thing was considered a resounding success, but I’m glad to be done with it and away from those girls. Away from Vegas.
    This is when Justin Levine reaches out. He introduces himself over the phone, telling me that he’s one of the managing members of Opium Group, which is out of Miami and a pretty big fucking deal in nightlife. The guy is connected, so I’m really listening to what he has to say now as he talks about a club called Privé, which is out of Planet Hollywood.
    I ask, “Wait, which Planet Hollywood?”
    Please, let it be any of them but the one I’m thinking.
    “The one in Vegas,” he says.
    My heart sinks. I just promised myself I wouldn’t be going back there, so whatever this Levine dude says had better be convincing.
    He explains, “Vegas is buzzing, and we want to book the next Dirty event…the exact thing you did last time but at Privé.”
    Already I’m thinking, Fuck that, I just spent $25,000 on the last event.
    Then Levine tells me the one thing I don’t want to hear. He says, “We want you to bring Alien and Leper back.”
    No, there’s no fucking way I’m going to pay money to