I'm not going to AC even though my boss wants me to, this set for after an
election everybody I know hates the outcome of, the old Trump plaza knocked
down and the Taj turned into a rock venue, too pricey for working people to
afford, the boardwalk spiffed up, too, so that which used to be attractive, no
longer is. my previous visit the final nail in the coffin for me, when they put
up Big Brother casino TV screens every few feet, selling us on the need for us
to give away what little we have left, after the hotel bilked us, and the early
morning search for coffee had me running into a stretch limbo filled with near
naked women, rushing passed me into a 7-Eleven while I strolled for The Great
divide between the rich and poor, and though I have no reason to think this,
the whole thing makes me think of her, the casino filled with cigarette smoke
and whiskey, and the near naked ladies running back to the limo full of waiting
men, none of whom are me.
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