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Daily Archives: June 9th, 2004

Palm sweat, blackjack on a Saturday night

On Thursday morning, I hit Vegas like a dust devil, spinning through the airport, which smells like a combination of old lady perfume, fried electronics and a Cinnabon. I step out into the blast furnace of a desert and am almost instantly blinded. The sun walks up to me, taps me on the shoulder and […]

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