The beginning of the end of my already dwindling funds? For the first time in my extensive life as a gambler, I went to a casino. A friend and I entered the kitchy, golden haven at 4pm, only to find the floor crammed with middle aged men. Bizzare. The card rooms are named after national parks and volcanos. It was therefore a highly enhancing activity. Which I may continue...
Note: I didnt play-- ergo didnt gamble away my ticket home or my guide book, rest assured.
Picture snapped outside the casino, as photos are barred inside for security reasons. This is indeed a top-knotch place and they thus knew of my close contacts with The Eleven.
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