Midwestern casinos are better in imagination than reality. Imagination: Bellagio on a Friday night. Reality: heavy smell of Pinesol filled with morbidly obese people who don’t have two nickels to rub together wasting the money they don’t have, smoking heavily and wearing dirty winter coats that smell like wet dogs. When I want to be sad, this is where I go.
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