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| - Hungover mornings just aren't the same without my Coffee Bean and Tea in my palace (aka The Palazzo). Staggering from my room (or was it even my room?) I somehow find my way down to the main casino floor level where right there, in the corner, across from my convenience store selling all I need (cigarettes, alcohol, sunscreen and water) is my one stop shop for caffeine. Open 24 hours a day, it's got my lattes with wicked strong shots, and a nice selection of tea. What I love too is when you ask for honey with your tea you don't get those ghetto little honey packets, you get the honey sticks which I stock up on and suck on throughout the day for extra energy while playing at the tables and chillin' at the pool.
One night, after not sleeping for more than 45 minutes and playing the tables for probably 18 hours straight, I waltz over to the Coffee Bean as my girl is playing the slots (or as she calls them, then schlotz) and Kanye West is kickin' it behind me with his entourage backup goons makin' sure the scenes all cool. He tells me he likes my fly ass Dior stunnas' that I'm rocking. It seemed really bright in there to me at the time so I even forgot that I'm wearing my sunglasses at night. Not a bad line to be in, Kanye, lattes, honey.......all three together sound pretty good to me. Except when I get to the paying part....my SEVEN DOLLAR LATTE!!!!!! WTF!!!!! But then again, it is fabulous Las Vegas....whatever....
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