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Here's a few thoughts that passed through my mind as I walked through Harrah's from the monorail to get to the Venetian:
1. Wow, I can't breathe...damn smokers.
2. Toby Keith restaurant -WTF?! I hope some red necks don't try to kill me cause I'm on their territory.
3. Ooh they have all my favorite 25 cents slots - I'll be back.
4. Why is there a go-go dancer above the blackjack tables? Damn she looks skanky - but if I was a guy this would get me to spend more $ so I can picture myself fing her.
Here were my thoughts on the way back:
1. My feet are killing me - ok I'll play some slots until I have the will to take that damn walk to the monorail.
2. 25 cent slots, cherries, 7s, bars....ooh I'm up $5!!!
3. Please don't let than man come up to me, please please don't talk to me...no, you are killing my lucky streak! I don't want to leave my slot machine! Look, I'm not a prostitute even though I am gambling alone on a Saturday night and I look damn good. See my friend got food poisoning so now I'm stuck entertaining myself. Damn, I'm leaving.
4. Hmm, if I was a hooker, I would definitely start turning tricks at Harrah's. I feel like it would be just, JUST nice enough I would not have to sleep with really gross men, but seedy enough were I could learn the tricks of the trade before moving my way up to high class call girl.
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