Chicks dig it when a guy pays for dinner with cash from his dancing-native-girl-embrossed billfold

I noticed the other day that my old wallet is getting pretty ragged, with stitching frayed to such an extent it looks like credit cards and IDs are going to go flying out at any minute. I don’t think I’ll be procuring one of these old 1940s doozies as a replacement, though. Never was fond of the chain thing, zippers are only slightly less offensive than velcro, and having a hula dancer on your billfold would seemingly necessitate you paying (or trying to pay) for all your meals with a Players Club card. CLASSY.