This day gave me a hard reminder of why I don't like this city: Everyone is always trying to take your money.
It started with a simple taxi ride from Bill's Gamblin' Hall & Saloon to the Palms. My shaved-head (and possibly bald) driver started telling me I looked like a guy who could use a topless massage and a handjob, or some such.
Well, despite my ignominious exit from the Main Event, I did manage to both get a massage and jerk off the day before, so I wasn't in need of either of those things. Still, he kept persisting-- I'd made up my mind long ago, but I knew I had to put ...
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