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Until I started coming to Las Vegas a couple months back, I'd only ever been there twice in forty-eight years. One of those times was for a college tennis tournament (Only memories? Getting booted out of the Circus Circus casino for being underage, the seniors buying our lesbian coach and her girlfriend blow jobs - the shot - and snow in February). The other was when I was maybe ten and I got to skip school and drive over with my dad (Only memory? Getting to ride in my dad's work van). I've now been so many times that the cattle call Zone 3 loading process at Frontier Airlines ceases to bother or amaze me. No, I don't have a gambling addiction, nor am I dating a stripper. I still have to explain that before each and every trip when someone invariably exclaims, "Wow! Don't get into too much trouble!". Whoa there. I go for family and hang out exclusively on the residential side of town (Yes, there is one). If pressed, I might play a couple hands of video pok