There’s a point in every Vegas resident’s life when you stop chasing the chaos and start observing it — like a zoologist at a rave.
You realize the city isn’t trying to trick you.
It’s just… honest in a way most places aren’t.
It doesn’t care about your dreams.
It just wants to know if you can keep up.
I used to think survival here was about performance.
But it’s really about pacing.
Learning how to keep your heart beating in a town designed to max it out.
The glitz wears off.
The masks get heavy.
And when the show’s over, you’re left with the one person who always makes it to curtain call: yourself.
Vegas didn’t kill my soul.
It handed me a mirror and said:
“Decide who you are before this place decides for you.”
And as one old-school casino boss once said:
“In this town, you either learn to count your chips, or you get counted out.”
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m late to a local dive where everyone lies about loving it here.
But between you and me?
I kinda do.
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End of Series – gabro: Unfiltered returns soon.
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