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| - This airport is a work of art. It was carefully crafted and constructed to embody the entire Las Vegas experience. And of course, resemble a Vegas style hook up. Remember, whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, unless it's herpes. That's the gift that keeps on giving.
When you arrive, the airport is a full fledged casino that is bubbling with energy and features plenty of space, slick and shiny slot machines, decent restaurants, an upbeat crowd that looks fresh and beautiful and put together, and a smiling staff ready to welcome you to the party. It all makes the quite the impression and you fall quickly for the superficial charms.
But when leave, the airport is a full fledged dump that is lathered in depression and features tight quarters, outdated slot machines, less than desirable fast food joints, an exhausted crowd is falling apart at the seams and running on fumes, and a grumpy staff that is quick to show you the door. It all leaves quite the impression and you grow to hate the superficial charms you once fell for.
It is reminiscent of a Las Vegas style hook up where someone uses you for the night and then kicks you out before you can pass out in their room. You end up enduring the walk of the shame at 6 A.M., hungover, tired, and with the desert sun beating down on you. You feel like a dying vampire and the sun makes you want to kill yourself before your face melts off. Oh wait. That last part happens when you take the drug called "Charlie Sheen."
Anyway, that pretty much is a Vegas style hook up. Well, at least that's what my friend told me from his hook up experiences in Vegas. But he doesn't have herpes. No really, I swear.
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