It seems people just need to have the world at their feet these days,

Las Vegas is just plain odd. Most cities grow around some sort of natural occurrence, whether it be a river for easy shipping or a mountain top for security reasons, but Vice City grew out of a loophole in the law that forced the activity of throwing one’s money into a machine, pulling a handle, and hoping to see more money come back out, into the state of Nevada. Why this is illegal elsewhere, is another matter altogether, but the resulting concentration of all these coins that never come back, grew so great, that the seven (if not more) wonders of the world needed to be built there as a means of enticing more legally frustrated coin chuckers to come and continue to fill the machines.

Las Vegas got it’s own Eiffel tower, it’s got it’s own San Marco, it got it’s own Pyramid, it’s got it’s own Oasis and it even has it’s own pirate ship that bursts with light and water canons every night in some kinda cheesy “Pirates of the Caribbean” musical show. All in the middle of the dry, hot and flat desert. It seems people just need to have the world at their feet these days, because the old style casinos of the wild west and circus clowns look like decrepit old relics, ready to be torn down to make way for Vegas versions of Big Ben, the Golden Gate Bridge or even the Great Wall of China. But hey, why go anywhere anyways, when you can just throw that plane fare money right down on the table and spin the wheel of fortune.