>Day six
I walked over to the Venetian today and walked around the canal-mall. Very nice mall. More gamblers, of course, but they were separated from the mall area. Ate the most delicious burger I have ever fucking eaten at David Chang's burger place. Walked around the mall some more and got a room for a couple nights. Nice room.
>Day seven
Walked down the strip today to Paris. Large casino floor with the lower half of the Eiffel Tower inside the casino. Walked around looking at gamblers and just exploring. Ate at Gordon Ramsey Steak. Had a Beef Wellington and Mac and Cheese. Was delicious.
>Day eight
Walked the strip again. So much shit jammed into one place. Who the fuck would ever stay at the Flamingo? Trash-gamblers I guess. Had some food at Guy Fieri's restaurant. The wait wasn't that long, and the pulled-pork sandy was good. Walked over to the Wynn and got a room. The room was just a tad worse than the Encore, but it had a view of the strip. They also had Alexa voice-activated curtains. Decent room.
>Day nine
Decided to explore further up the strip so I walked up it all the way to the Strat. What a trash desert city. There was a giant building that was 'under construction' (not Resort World). I imagine it still isn't finished to this very day. Walked around some more and found a dispensary. Got two full chocolate bars and a krispy-treat (cannabis). Decided to stay at the Strat. My room was kind of shitty but whatever. I ate all the edibles and walked around the Strat. Found a Snoop-dogg Joker's Wild slot-machine and laughed my ass off. Put $100 bucks in. Went up to the top of the Strat tower next (high while high heh). Went on a ride on the Strat. Was incredibly high and I got a view of the city. Just wandered around outside while incredibly high until nightfall.

>Day ten
Wandered up the strip some more. Just more trash desert-city. Stumbled upon the Pawn Stars pawn shop. Went in, looked around, and bought a couple old Roman coins. Stayed at the Sahara. The room felt like I was in a refrigerator (not cold like one but enclosed and safe? idk). Was nice.
>Day eleven
I took a taxi down to the mall on the strip, and walked around it. Bought some trash shoes that I have never worn, and I also got a blister on my foot from walking so much. I got some bandaids and ointment from a first-aid vending machine. Sat on a bench in the mall next to a mulatto woman. It looked like she was a drug addict, but it was probably just Vegas exhaustion. I chuckled. Went to Trump Tower after and got a room. Was nice. Grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from the front desk.
>Day twelve
Walked down the strip back to the Aria so I could rent a car again from the Avis. More exploring on the way down. Got the rental after and drove around the city. Went into the desert again and went off-road a bit. The only living organisms around were these incredibly rickety bushes that looked dead. Any amount of rain and this place would be flash-flood hell. Went back to the Aria, but kept the rental (free parking at Aria). Ate at a place called Bardot. Can't remember what I had, but it was French. Walked over to Paris after and got a room. I've been to France, and the room oddly felt run-down like France, but in a weird way.
>Day thirteen
Took the car and drove around Vegas again. Drove down and up the strip. Was listening to porn stars talk on a podcast. Was eerily soothing, and I felt like I was going to get in a car accident from being soothed so much. Had to turn it off. Got some In-and-Out. Was decent. Went to Mandalay and got like $600 worth of clothing. Stayed at Mandalay and they upgraded my room to a large suite. It was up pretty high and I pretended to shoot an imaginary crowd with an assault rifle. Was fun.

>Day fourteen
I had to get some laundry done, so I drove around Vegas looking for a laundromat. Found one somewhere around the Rio. While my laundry was going I went to the Rio and walked around it. Ended up in the warehouse area and found a forklift. Drove it and moved some pallets around. I worked as a forklift driver when I was younger (early 20's) so it brought back some 'memries. I got some gas at a gas station, and when I went inside there were trashy slot machines. Someone was even playing at one. Fucking wow, dude. Stayed at Mandalay again.
>Day fifteen
Walked around this area of the strip today. This area is a lot more spread out, and there are not as many people. You can also see planes from the airport. Went to the Luxor. The Luxor is interesting... It's impressive but absolute shit at the same time. The ceiling is all hollow on the inside all the way up the pyramid. The novelty elevators are slow and screech as they go diagonally up the pyramid. The room was trash. I watched some PPV porn of a couple trash whores. Wtf am I doing? Fell asleep.
>Day sixteen
Decided to hit up the Hoover Dam today. I still had the rented car, so I grabbed it and drove to the Dam. What a fucking beauty that thing is. Can't believe I almost left w/o seeing it. It's an astounding piece of human ingenuity. Only the pyramids on Giza top it as far as desert constructions go. The Dam is so fucking massive and impressive. I spent the whole day there. Driving back to Vegas felt like jumping into a dumpster-fire after that. Returned the rental car at the Aria. Got a room at the Cosmopolitan for a few nights. The Cosmo is like if a structural engineer was instructed to throw glitter everywhere. Was a nice room.

>Day seventeen
Walked to Caesars Palace and walked through the large mall. It's a nice mall, but I didn't buy anything. I did go into a shop where they were renting cars and these three-wheeled vehicles (drove like a car). I asked if I could rent one of the slingshots, and they gave me an address. Took a taxi to the address, got the three-wheeler, and drove up and down the strip blasting Griz - DTW to DIA among other things. A chick on one of the walk-way bridges made eye contact with me and smiled just as the base dropped. Was fun. I took that three-wheeler all the way down the strip to these painted stone totem poles just outside Vegas. Walked around, took a pic, and left. Returned the three-wheeler. Uber back to Cosmo. Ate at the Wicked Spoon buffet. Was good.
>Day eighteen
I decided to just walk the strip again this day. I walked over to New York, New York. Got a sandwich at the Jewish Deli. Waited in line for the roller-coaster, but was told the line was for ticket-refunds (I'm retarded). Walked around New York, New York and then crossed the street to Planet Hollywood. Walked around Planet Hollywood and saw a really nice painting of a purple tree for sale. I really like trees, so I almost bought it when I realized how fucking stupid buying a painting of a tree in the desert is. Instead I got an overpriced bowl of cereal and then left. Back to the Cosmo.
>Day nineteen
I walked up the strip aimlessly today, wading through garbage. One of the street-walkers in police clothes put me in handcuffs. Gave her fifty-bucks out of pity. Got to a cigar lounge. Got a couple cigars. Smoked half of one in the lounge. Went back to my room in the Cosmo and smoked on the balcony while watching people in the pool. There were two pools, one where people were partying and one where people were chilling. Was interesting. Took a bath and thought about how ridiculous it is that most of the desert in the Southwest uses the water from the Colorado.

Day twenty
Took a taxi up to the Circa. This is a different part of Vegas, but still busy. Walked around Fremont Street. Took the zip-line over the crowd. Didn't feel as trashy as the strip for some reason. Took a taxi back to the Cosmo.
>Day twenty-one
Took a taxi to Circus-Circus. Was totally packed with people even though Circus-Circus is complete shit. An Indian would feel at home here. Left and walked over to Westgate. Had a delicious steak. Took an uber back down the strip, and I went to the MGM. Walked around and got a ticket to a David Copperfield show. Show was meh. Back to Cosmo.

>Day twenty-two
This was my last day, and I slept-in. I had a reservation at Hell's Kitchen so I went around 17:00ish. The food was Beef Wellington, Mac and Cheese, and a coke - all the same as Gordon Ramsey Steak which was disappointing, except they had Foie Gras, so I got that. Came out on a platter with dry-ice smoke. Tasted like bland meat. After dinner, I spent a few hours in the hotel room, and then I walked to Caesars Palace and got a limo to a strip club. Was a shit-trash strip club with old women for strippers. I chuckled and got out of there after like 45 minutes. I decided to just walk up the street, and I stumbled on another strip-club. Said fuck it, and went in. Was a bit nicer, but the dancer on stage was a mulatto with fake tits. Another mulatto stripper came up to me and kneeled down next to my chair. I told her to touch me, and she looked at me like I was crazy. Told her to touch me again, and she left. Was weird. Being a stripper must suck in Vegas, but it's probably better than being a street-walker. I left the strip club and kept walking up the street.

>Day twenty-two continued
Then I stumbled upon a big strip club - Treasures. Walked in and there was a stripper dancing on a stage and some other women sitting on couches. I sat on an empty couch across from them. These women obviously weren't strippers, and I was thinking 'wtf are these women doing here?' so I pulled out a few $1 bills and offered them the cash. They looked disgusted lmao. Finally someone gets me a cigar, and just as I light up, a wasian anime demon emerges from the shadows. She sits next to me and we vibe immediately. We're touching each other, and I'm smoking and feeling good. We don't say a single word to each other, but we both get up and make our way to the elevator to get a private room. In the elevator she kisses me. Nice. We get to the private room, and she starts dancing on me. Someone gets me a drink. She 'burned' her back with my cigar 'accidentally' while dancing on me, and I was like 'Oh fuck I burned her', but it didn't leave a mark. I then pulled out like $2grand from my pocket and started rubbing all the money on her. She took her top off, and she had nice breasts. I sucked on them, grabbed her pussy, and she kept dancing. When the dance was over, she didn't grab all the money, but I didn't give a fuck. I paid for the drinks and cigar and whatever-the-fuck-else and on my way out of the private room, another stripper came up to me and asked 'what do you like?' I told her 'tobacco'. Left Treasures and started to walk back to the Cosmo. Found a taxi-line at a dispensary, so I grabbed a taxi back to the hotel. Got back to the room, jerked off, and fell asleep.

>Day twenty-three
Had an early flight out of Vegas.

I did a lot more than all this, but this is all I could remember. Thanks for reading my blog.

The flamingo is based and you are cringe

vegas sounds so trashy

>>2838964
That’s the appeal.

Three weeks in vegas sounds like hell

I try to tell people, if you go to Vegas for more than 3 days, you have to get away from the strip and see some nature to cleanse yourself. The parks and hiking around vegas are amazing. Red Rock, Valley of Fire, Mount Charleston, Arizona Hot Springs.

>>2838866
>another stripper came up to me and asked 'what do you like?' I told her 'tobacco'.
>Got back to the room, jerked off, and fell asleep.
Lmao this is why I come to this shitty site. Honestly my Vegas girl experience wasn't much better, at least you had decent cash to have fun