Last night, you sped down I-15 in a dazzling cherry red Maserati, your forehead glistened with sweat underneath rapidly blinking neon lights, and you drowned your lips in Long Island Iced Teas...now, you're sitting in an unfamiliar hotel room, wrapped up in crisp sheets, while flickering reflections of sunlight dance upon your irises. Your girlfriends were right: walking the Strip after sunset was a bad idea.

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