Jay Devoy has a cynic’s guide to living in Las Vegas. In sum, he doesn’t like it. It’s easy to see why he hates Vegas.
The need to connect is as great as the need for food and shelter. As Aristotle noted, “Man is a social animal. He who lives without society is either a beast or God.”
Living in a real city like San Francisco, or even a beach community like Laguna, a person feels some connection to the soil. You feel plugged into an organic, living system. A walk through the city is soul enhancing. Living in Las Vegas often feels like living in a hotel. Man becomes alienated from his homeland.
Yet Vegas is great for many others reasons.
First, the locals. Those hot casino workers and strippers that tourist see have a name. On game blogs, they are called “hired guns,” and closing them is seen as the highest accomplishment on games. If you live in Las Vegas, they are called something else – namely, locals.
The locals are so tired of faux hawked, tribal tattooed, Afflication wearing try-hards. If you’re a man who can carry on a decent conversation, you will have hot locals lined up to bang you. Someone like Roosh – or Jay, if he’d go out and run game – could write a Bang: Vegas novella after a couple of months.
Second, the housing. You can get a two-bedroom apartment with a hot tub for $800 a month.
Third, the MILFS. Want to write the next Bang: MILF’s? Find that $800 a month apartment in Summerlin. Bring your lap top to the Coffee Bean off Town Center. Run game.
Fourth, the eye candy. Join LVAC. I pay $22 a month. There are always hot strippers at the gym. I don’t talk to girls at the gym, but I enjoy checking them out.
Fifth, the law. The age of consent in Nevada is 16. Although 16-year-old girls aren’t attractive to me, 19-year-old girls are. What happens when a girl who looks 19 or 20 is really only 17? Prison rape. In Vegas, you have almost no chance of catching a statutory rape case.
Sixth, the law. Although Nevada is a community property state, the judges are more cynical of women seeking alimony than in neighboring California. If you think your wife is going to divorce you, move to Vegas. File for divorce. Mitigate the ass raping.
Seventh, the law. Want to own a carry a concealed gun? Own an AK-47? Although Vegas ain’t Texas – Clark County does require that handguns be registered – the gun laws are relatively liberal.
Eighth, the tourists. Vegas represents women’s lib. Free to be themselves, women slut it out. Take the Farmer’s Daughters and Southern Belle’s back to your hot tub. Bang.
Ninth, the pool parties. If you have a nice body, you will bang. Even if you don’t have a nice body, you can enjoy the views.
Tenth, Red Rock Canyon. I enjoy long, philosophical walks. Red Rock Canyon has dozens of trails with spectacular views.
Eleventh, St. George Utah is less than two hours away.
Twelfth, the food. Some of the best restaurants in the world are located in Las Vegas.
Thirteenth, locals don’t pay cover charge. If you have a local ID, you’ll get into the Rhino and most clubs without having to pay cover charge. If you’re a gym regular and somewhat social, you’ll meet a lot of the club’s VIP hosts. When you go out, you’ll be able to skip the lines – and often you’ll be comped a few drinks.
I could write more, but impose a 30 minute time limit on any given blog post. My time is up, or I’d write much more.
As with everything in life, Vegas has its flaws. If you focus on what Vegas offers instead of what it lacks, you’ll love living in Las Vegas.
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