this fountain danced to sarah brightman. manufactured romance is tough, man. we spent much time walking through the mall and trying to find our way around casinos. it is strange to have a city that promises all the fantasies you want when your fantasies are not for sale. i saw a gorgeous russian art exhibit at the venetian and some decadent hotels. i couldn't take any pictures at the exhibit. drugs and young male prostitutes do not fall from the sky here (well, maybe literally in the cirque du soleil, but not for me). i did get to walk around with two cute guys though, and drink seven kinds of rum in a day. i also had the urge to smoke cigarettes the whole time. but i don't smoke cigarettes or even like smoking them very much. but i almost wished i did.
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