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Casinos are intriguing places. The concept behind a casino is strange - it is a place where people often drop hundreds of dollars in a matter of minutes and receive nothing in return, except maybe an alcoholic beverage and the stench of stale cigarette smoke embedded in their clothes. I spent the weekend in Las Vegas, lost my share of cash, and couldn't help but laugh at the scene. Shamelessly fueled by money yet scantily hidden behind flashing lights, candy-wrapped devices, and sexy costumes, the casino is a master at disguise. We are just monkeys funneled into its trap, incapable of learning from the electric shocks. For some reason, however, I want to go back!
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