Las Vegas is a city of contradictions: poor and rich in the same place. Opulent and run-down, together. I don't gamble, I'm not a high-roller. I'm not sure what the appeal of Vegas is for me, but I am fascinated by it.
Like New York, you can get anything you need or want, any time of day or night. Have a 3am pizza emergency? No problem. Shrimp cocktail, a thousand miles from the ocean? No problem. Hundreds of thousands of gallons of water in a casino fountain in the desert? No problem.
Dreams are made and broken every day here. Even though the city is still weathering the worst economy in generations, there's opportunity around every corner.
My cousin bought a condo here a few years ago. It's costing him less than my car payment. And he doesn't even live here. It's just sitting, pretty much vacant, until he retires in a few years. I'm thinking of doing the same thing.
Las Vegas, why do I love you? I don't know if I'll ever be able to put my finger on it. But please stay this way. At least until the next time I can come visit.
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