I live in Las Vegas, City of Sin. It's here people visit in hopes they will win. For some it's a blessing, others a curse. For some will leave wealthy, and some in a hearse. Cause drinking is easy, and usually free. They'll keep serving liqour until you can't see. Then comes a sickness, brought on when you lose, that adds to the anger, brought on by the booze. We call it "The Fever", it's easily caught, and outrageous fortunes are usually sought. But this is 'Las Vegas', how soon we forget, this town makes it's money when you lose a bet. Just looking at Vegas, it's easy to tell, a number of tourists don't do very well. They come here excited to reap on the fame. And leave Vegas wishing they'd never have came. But they'll be returning, cause everyone does. For a 'sinful' good time, and one hell of a buzz.
Reason for writing:
Living in Las Vegas
Birth sign: Pisces
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