This ephemeral Friday was marked with a corporate goulash of dwindling sensibilities and lechery beyond treason. You tend to find out so much about people is so little time. They do their own strip-show in front of an audience and the sight is so godforsaken that on a good day you would bleed with empathy but not today. Not this Friday.
I will here onwards be chronicling my US trip with photos and little anecdotes about Vegas, Oakland, San Francisco and San Diego.
The set presented here above are scenes from the Vegas strip – its way over the head yet people, pimps and playthings congregate to resonate in collective orgasm amidst the lights, glitz, glamour and the dollar shops down the strip. The Wynn, the Venetian, the Bellagio, Caesar’s Palace, Treasure Island, MGM, Monte Carlo and what not. Civil structures of civil fuckdom. Enjoy.
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