One of the interesting things about living in Vegas (or having lived there) is that it is a 24/7 kind of place. Hungry after a night of carousing? Tons of graveyard specials from $1.50 and up which could feed a hungry bear. Need some first aid salve and band aids after a drunken brawl? Pop into the only neon-lit Walgreens on the planet, get a gallon of water to sober up a smidge so you can point to the carton of Camels that your system so badly needs right now. Then pop round the gas station to deposit your remaining quarters in the slot machine just in case you get lucky. Afterwards, you can proceed to finish the bottle of Jack that you don't remember paying for, on the street; light the cigarette hanging out of your mouth while looking for your next big fight. It won't be far as you won't miss all the weirdos as they pour out of the clubs at 4, 5, 6 AM looking for the next party. All in a morning's work.
It's a lovable town. How couldn't you love it? Steak and eggs, prime rib and champagne, buffets and bars, free flowing alcohol and sex, smoke wherever and whenever you want, hopes and dreams ready to burst out of slot machines, video poker screens, black jack games, craps tables - they're all ready and waiting for your dollar bills, credit cards, home equity. But if you, on the otherhand, have a gambling problem and have lost homes, family and loved ones, please leave town. Immediately. Call 1-800-522-4700. "Know when to stop before you start". Clearly, you couldn't know if you haven't taken in the possiblities yet. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, including all that you possess.
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