Las Vegas Diary - Part June
Now as I type this, I walk thru a portion of the casino floor at the Stratosphere that smells like burnt popcorn and diarrhea. Or maybe that’s just the Starbucks.
Now as I type this, I walk thru a portion of the casino floor at the Stratosphere that smells like burnt popcorn and diarrhea. Or maybe that’s just the Starbucks.
America has always sold itself like a potluck dinner—“Bring your culture! Bring your grandma’s recipes! Bring the funky spices we can pretend we invented!”