Tuesday, May 21, 2024

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For our recent stay in Las Vegas, we'd booked The Mirage, a legendary 30 floor/3000 roomed casino/resort featuring a huge tropical solarium with stunning water features among thousands of multi-colored tropical plants.

Exiting the fourth floor of the parking garage, we walked across a bridge straight into the casino to access our rooms. (Certainly, by design, the walk to the lobby to check in or out, getting to your room or even outside to Las Vegas Boulevard, takes you first through the casino.)


As the least likely person in Las Vegas to win or lose a nickel at a slot machine, I was still intrigued by the mostly elderly women tirelessly working the electronics on the "Vanna White" or other model slots.

Paying close attention to "payouts" as I walked by, I saw results like "0.00," 0.04," but also "$40,005."


Sports betting attracted gamblers who bet on every aspect of the game in front of giant screens showing NBA, soccer and hockey.

Along Fremont Street we encountered a few panhandlers asking for money as well as scantily-clad "escorts," always two girls in bra and panties or sometimes only pasties and thong.  



1 comment:

  1. I make an annual pilgrimage to Vegas, world class restaurants, entertainment, why go anywhere else. Better yet, scrap Space X and fill boca chica with these casinos and watch our taxes plummet.

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