All the charm of a Wal*Mart changing room with the glitz and glamour of a dollar store. If you enjoy palpable human misery that just doesn't wash off, The Cortez is the place for you. Especially at 2am.
While I didn't see anyone smoking out of their tracheotomy hole while I was losing my money at the blackjack table... lets just say I wouldn't have been surprised if I had.