Loving Vegas
My best piece of the year: my ode to the most American of American cities; out now in The Spectator, and available as the uncut, original version (with photography) exclusively for premium subscribers
“Though the city is always changing — upgrading — improving — a lot of the old sleaze and character can’t quite be scrubbed away. Out the window of my taxi to the Aria, signs read “Erotic Heritage Museum,” “Deja Vu's Love Boutique,” and one notes that you can get a free taxi drive to Spearmint Rhino; “A different kind of Gentleman’s Club,” apparently. Walking along the strip, a store sells ‘Daddy’s Little Slut’ shorts, in old west font, and I’m passed by a mobile truck billboard with “girlsdirecttoyou.com.” The taxi drivers hate these trucks, for slowing down traffic. On the back of the cubicle doors in The Venetian are worn out signs for noticing human trafficking.”
Out now online and in the June print edition of The Spectator: my best piece of the year, celebrating the most American of American cities.
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