Bright lights. Neon buzz. An oily smell in the sand blasted air.

What happens in Vegas should stay in Vegas. It just never seems to work out that way. The City of Sin is choking. Every crank of the slots, every toss of the dice leaves each sad soul that much deeper in despair.

Yet they keep pulling that lever and they keep wishing on weighted dice and they keep hoping their lives will change. They want to leave their sorrow in Vegas. Las Vegas is choking. Choking on all the hopes and dreams left behind.

Silver Bones and Snake Oil

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