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"Fertile Valley," my arse
Last night, I realized how much I resent Las Vegas. Its artificial temples and pyramids and man-made lakes and oases are built for gambling, are built in a matter of months to spit in the faces of their holy ancient predecessors.

It's like a monument that mocks my existence. Its gaudy blinking lights all tell me: "You have a shallow soul. You are as fake as this place. This is as good as it will get for you. This is the zenith."

I will probably get married in Vegas, by an Elvis impersonator.

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