Las Vegas: dirty girls, cold beer


Las Vegas

I didn’t like Las Vegas. Too disorientating (I know that’s the idea). We got a bus up from our Stassi-themed hotel by the flyover to the top end of the strip where the prostitutes live (as opposed to where they work) and walked down. It’s two or three miles. We’d pop into different casinos to have a look around, gawp at the bedraggled queues of people for the all-you-can-eat buffets and then spend half an hour trying to find the way out. The best bit was the vodka martini I had in a Japanese restaurant about halfway down. Having said that the fact there were 200,000 people in town for a fashion convention didn’t help my mood. But we do have some nice pictures, like this one.

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