There's no way of putting into words just how mental Vegas is. The interactive television service in the rooms of the Las Vegas Hilton affords guests the opportunity to book a prostitute, without anything appearing on the hotel bill. 
It's also hot. Hotter, in fact, than a cauldron in a furnace inside a steel factory.
I'm now in Flagstaff, Arizona, having driven yesterday from Vegas to the Hoover Dam, and then on to the Grand Canyon. Onward to New Mexico today...
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Did you wear an Ocean's 11 suit?
My sartorial style matched the quality of the screenplay for Ocean's 12.
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