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That’s what I like to hear. Where are you?” “The Nugget, downtown.” “What’s the matter with Mesas? Give you casino rate.” “The Strip,” Chili said, “you have to get a cab to go anywhere. Here, you walk out the door you’re in Vegas.” Right there out the window, the Pioneer, Binion’s, Sassy Sally’s, all the grind joints, hot slots, discount prime ribs, keno, bingo, race and sports book . . . cleaning and pressing While-U-Wait . . .
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