For me, it’s just ‘Vegas Baby’
We stepped into the elevator on the 17th floor and pushed the button to head down to the casino.
Stuffed in the elevator car with us were an affluent couple heading to the pool, two wannabe cougars — their caked-on makeup and skimpy dresses unable to hide the decades of hard living — and a California “bro” in his early 20s, wasted out of his mind.
It was 10 a.m.
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