It's morning in Las Vegas. I'm here in my non-luxurious suite at the Saharah getting ready for a full day's work with a slight sense of fear and loathing. Compared to the other resorts, this place is stuck in time—there are tributes to Buddy Hackett everywhere! The Sahara has seen better days, as evidenced by the guy who came up to fix my TV last night, grumbling about how the place was falling apart the whole time. No American dream here, especially this morning, just senior citizens trying to squeeze some meager winnings out of the slots at 8 a.m. We'll see how the day develops.
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