Stepping Off the Strip

Cigarette smoke, aged cologne, and alcohol is the perfume of the Excalibur lobby in Las Vegas, Nevada. Maybe not the most pleasant of smells, but it excited me. I had never been to the gambling capital of the U.S. The flashing neon lights of slot machines and the dimmed lights of the casino hotel were enough to put you in a party mood all day. Immediately I understood the appeal and the hope of a prize that came in the Las Vegas air. There was only one problem… my boyfriend and I are only 20.

 

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