Smokey RayVegas in the mob days-when the drinks were stiff, the tips were fat, and the wrong move could get you buried in the desert. At 23, I walked into a mob-run strip club, thinking I'd sling drinks and pocket cash. Instead, I got a front-row seat to a word of power, money, and danger. The wiseguys. The hustlers. The girls who knew the game-and the ones who didn't make it out. This is the real story, raw and unfiltered. The mob never left Vegas. It just put on a better suit. Pour yourself a stiff one, because these tales aren't for the faint of heart. Smokey Ray worked in the heart of Vegas when the mob still had a grip on the city. Now, she's telling it like it was-no sugarcoating, no apologies. Read More Read Less