The Las Vegas Strip is a funny thing. Right in the middle you have this concentration of multi-billion dollar casinos and hotels with every vice and convenience known to humanity available for a dollar. But stray just a block or two in the wrong direction and you'll end up face to face with the worst of Vegas. Vagrants. Alcoholics. Down on their luck lifers looking for nickel slots. And, in stark contrast to the glittering glass and metal palaces on the Strip, abominations like this pink stucco no-tell motel.
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