
Yeah, yeah. I was there for 24 whole hours and didn't sin once. Unless a couple of vodkas count.

Bubbles on the strip

Not sure how I felt about these girls. I mean, how does Gia, who is on special for $45, feel about Bella, who's going for $150? Does Bella ever have a "special" price? How come none of these "classy and discreet" ladies are ever named Joanne or Sally?

... and I wonder how many times Carmen & Marissa ($99 two-girl special) have visited this darling establishment. Hooters indeed.

Many go in. No one comes out.

Lil' black dresses with a bunch of nails on the boob part.

So my ship finally comes in and it's on top of some restaurant inside a Las Vegas shopping mall. Go figure.

Mop head in the mirror.

Bumpy soap and I love it.

Freakazoid chandelier in the lobby of my hotel.

Just the Strip being strippish.

Dining with the fabulous Suzanne Ouellette Mastrion at Mario's place.

Is it a humble bow or a wondrous glance skyward. Guess it's both.

Inside Steve Wynn's dazzling hotel.

Outside Steve Wynn's dazzling hotel.

The Miracle Mile was awful lonesome at 6 a.m. Sunday morning.

A cloud of butterflies bid me au revoir at McCarran Airport.

Bye Las Vegas!
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