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| - It's a movie set for Predator 3: Las Vegas. I had to emergency-exfiltrate a friend from here after a domestic dispute with a foreigner (yeah, I know), and I parked at the gas station down the street without making eye contact because it was, well, one of those dicey situations where we literally had to high-tail it the fuck out of there without the strung-out asshole noticing. Once I was safely back in the car, naturally I'm like "I gotta Yelp this shit." Sure, it's seedy as fuck, but unless you're wearing a business suit or fuck-me heels (or a combination of both), you shouldn't attract much attention from the local denizens. Let's just say I didn't exactly ask for rates when I went inside, it was more of a grab-and-go situation. Hence the extra star, because I did not stay around long enough to give the establishment the full pictorial treatment. Hey, there may have been a jacuzzi and a Lear jet next to the Angel of Death on the roof for all I know.
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