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  -- The sharpest picture of the trip? It's of Aladdin, the hotel/resort/casino with the dullest business plan. There's a whole side to Vegas that, those who've been there before anyway, will notice has been glazed over up until now. I've ranted on the heat, the gambling, the hotels and the like, but I haven't mentioned the one factor that really makes Vegas "The City of Sin." The Brothel Factor. If you walk the streets of Boston, especially on the BU campus, you're constantly bombarded by people trying to give you flyers to clubs, free promotional items, brochures about religion, brochures about events, brochures about student organizations, and so on. In New York City, it's less that stuff and more homeless, asking for change, and offering to sell you watches, paintings, sunglasses and salted pretzels. In Vegas, it's sex. On the streetcorners, stuck to telephone poles, light poles, newspaper boxes, everywhere. Hookers, peep shows, dancing, topless shows, whatever you're into. All the major hotels get into the act too:  -- Yeah. "Classy." However, if want it raw and you want it for $69, you gotta go to the people on the streets. On Friday, after the nice man in the straw hat by Tropicana offered Charlie and I the chance for free topless shows, I thought I should try to nab a cross-section of just what's out there for you in the Nevada desert. The original plan hadn't been just Friday, but trust me when I say if you go looking for this stuff, your pockets fill up really frickin fast. On every corner along the Strip, and in front of most of the hotels, there'll be between 2-10 older folks and kids clapping cards together and holding them at a level so you could discreetly grab them if you wanted to. And what's on these cards, you ask? at pornography advertising is encouraged, then feel free to click below for ... Naked Of the things on display, the small cards come from the street peddlers, the larger flyers are available at citywide information booths and the resorts themselves, and whereas most cities have rows and rows of newspaper boxes on the streets, Vegas has rows and rown of the bottom magazines. Choices for every perversion, as you can see. And even if you find my posting of these things disgusting and depraved, at least now everyone that comes to a place called Cooch's World got some porno out of the deal. The photos used in this write-up were all taken by Charlie or myself -- most of them mine, just because it was easier to grab those than his. They're all posted on our Sony's ImageStation sites, and can be viewed by either using your own login or the CoochWorld / CoochWorld dummy login I made for just such a purpose. http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4289612391 Cooch's Pics (74) http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4289650279 Clicking on the photos in the albums downloads the full-size image, useful either for making them into PC wallpaper or what have you. Not that I expect anyone to, but if you'd like to buy prints of the photos, that can easily be done by creating your own account. Please bear in mind, of course, that my photos are better, but don't hurt Charlie's feelings ... he's a good kid, whereas I am not. No one left comments about the California trip, which I took to mean you all love me unconditionally and suck up every work I write like the alien going for sugar water in 'Men In Black.' If this isn't the case, or doesn't even go far enough to express your love, feel free to clarify at the large link below. As much as he got ripped on here, I have to say a big thank you to Charlie for coming with me out there. The trip wouldn't have been the same without him. Also, thanks to Shawn and his wife Laura for carting us around and showing us a lot of the lights, Chris for continuing to be a tool and looking like my father and the people who put on Viva TRASH Vegas. Had they not held the tournament, I'd have continued to have a pristine and almost dreamlike view of Las Vegas well past the point where such a thought process would have served me well. Of course, if they hadn't have held the tournament, I'd have $1,000 more dollars in my bank account right now. So along with the thanks, a hearty wave and a hope you bastards rot in hell. There, it's finished. | ||||||||||||||||
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