Living in a casino is a strangely joyless and certainly soulesss experience. At its best the slow patinisation of one's soul each day just seeing the rows upon rows of people slowly feeding their life-savings/kids' college fund into the gaping maws of the one-armed bandits slowly corrodes one's morality and at its worst standing around surrounded by a bunch of steroid fuelled thugs, gangsters and prostitutes screaming at the TVs and baying for blood whilst watching the Ultimate Fighting Championship leaves one feeling actively scared.
One would have thought, perhaps, that a casino would at least on occasion provide moments of levity but so far the closest it has managed was the pimp coming over and leaving them with his business card. As levity goes it does not really get there.
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