A schizopheric metropolis catering to the unruffled high roller, the hyperventilating conventioneer and everyone in between, Sin City aims to infatuate, and its reaches are all-inclusive. Hollywood bigwigs gyrate at A-list ultralounges, while elderly grandparents from Nowheresville whoop it up at the Elvis commemorative penny slots. You can sip designer martinis as you sample the apex of world-class cuisine, or wallow in a trough of deep-fried Orea cookies washed down with gulps from a three-foot-high cocktail. Everyone finds their niche and thrills to the ride.
It´s easy to lose yourself in the Strip resorts, the self-contained and climate-controlled orbits devoid of clocks and marked exits. Booze flows like water, and since it´s a desert, spirits seem easier to come by. Outside, the city´s geography can slap you in the face, with summer temperatures melting the thermometers.
May your luck run strong and your inhibitions be damned. Welcome to Vegas, baby.
-Lonely Planet
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