It's really not as cool living in Vegas as you'd think, yes, there are a lot of Bright Lights, but this town is built on tourists, on giving them the time of their lives for a few days, and then sending them back home. What this means is an entire city based on artifice, on giving the visitors what they want, which is always a fantasy. So the town works around a fantasy, every part of it, strippers, hookers, casino moguls, big elaborate stage shows, all just catering to the imaginations America. So all the residents, even those not directly involved in the industry, become these dehumanized...characters working to feed into America's Wet Dream.
Once you get past the swankiness and the posh hotel/casinos of the Strip, it's all either a mass of middle class drones desperate to make Vegas like the home they came from, or seedy characters in a gritty concrete graveyard aging under the desert sun. Las Vegas loses its charm after you lose your third friend to a meth addiction as they try to find that elusive, 24 hour Party Town that the rest of the world tells them they live in. All my friends are either slowly spiraling into the oblivion that lies beneath this glitzy town, trying to pull themselves out of the vortex (addictions, destructive lifestyles) caused by this town., or trying like hell to get out of this fucking town. Some are doing more than one of these. Myself included.
That's Vegas babe, and when they say "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas" it's only because you can't escape.
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