You know the annoying girl in every mall that grabs women and does the whole 'can I straighten your hair' thing?
Okay, imagine that...every five feet...down several miles of road.
But here is the kicker. They aren't trying to straighten your hair. They want to either A: Get you 'special' passes to a strip club or B: Get you a prostitute. That's it.
So on that note. Do NOT ever bring children here. There is literally porn in vending machines on the street corners, and prostitute wallet pictures blowing down the street like they are trading cards. As one random man said after being handed several cards, "Whoa, when we get back to the hotel we are going to battle." It was like a game of adult pokemon. "Mercedes the college drop out I choose you!"
I couldn't even count how many times we were asked, "Hey, you guys going to a strip club?" to which we answered "no?" Then they said, "ahhhhh c'mon now. I'll even get you a free limo. It's VEGASSSS" To which Franklin would walk away and leave Kyle and I to the wolves. Then Kyle would use that stupid app on his iphone where he faked a phone call and walked away. Leaving me to try and ninja out of the awkward situation without being handed pornographic trading cards. Which is nearly impossible.
However, it's crazy that you can look around the strip, and be absolutely astounded at the beauty and just all out coolness of everything. I mean where else in the world will you find a Michael Jackson impersonator right up the street from a guy in a Bumblebee transformer suit? Besides a mental institution not many places. You are essentially in the most beautiful degrading mess of a city you will ever see.
I now understand why people do stupid things in Vegas though. It's like going to a Braums and trying to avoid ice cream. Bad decisions are just everywhere. Fortunately, I didn't do anything stupid...*cough*. Just kidding, but seriously. I was an angel, honestly.
Trust me.
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