In the middle of the Mojave Desert is an entire city custom-built for human beings to travel to and act sinful inside of.
Like, holy fucking hell. Do the laws of the decency universe not apply to this patch of earth?
Gambling, prostitution, alcohol and illicit drug-use, Wayne Newton, pre-marital sex resulting from grinding to Avicii with a trashy bridesmaid-to-be from Indiana who’s dressed in the sluttiest dress she can physically fit into while rolling on molly in an overpriced, overhyped club you waited 2 hours to enter—all of it is completely, certifiably, motherfucking bonkers.
Sweet Christ, what an awful, evil place.