An exchange between an employee sitting by a lift and an exuberant young patron summed up the night.
“You have to wear dress shoes to get in.”
“Gnaargghaaabaaaah.”
“Dress shoes next time.”
As we joined the young man to ascend to the Minq nightclub I thought again of TLA’s description of the casino as “the place where dreams go to die”. There are no standards. It is the pits. Not only do you lose the shirt off your back – you lose your bra cups. And they need to fix the taps.
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The Asia Beat
The Worst of Perth 
My cups hath been runneth over
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Is that what da yoof call pre-gaming?
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Ha, love the tags DFoC. Entirely appropriate.
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Worst objects. Testify.
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Fleshpot
How quaint
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Even the roulette wheels are plastic.
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I take that back: an operative says they are wood, finely-balanced and cost $15,000 each.
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They would be saving on the handbrakes here I’m guessing.
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