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Living in Vegas is like having the bitter sweet lure of the devil whispered in your ear to come party in the dusk while she distracts you until dawn.
A placed devouring the profits made from nightlife consumerism. Coated in a thick veneer of bright lights, club nights, tasty fruit cocktails with a side of jumbo shrimp served by a scantly clad dressed waitress.
The over priced shots of Bacardi and lime burnt the last lint left in your pocket after you’ve spent your last dollar feeding a machine with an appetite larger than the stomachs’ of third world countries.
How can you see where your going with all those flashing neon lights & signs strategically placed to cover the entire scope of your vision? Or do you even have a choice of [ direction? ] Of course you do!
I’ll take you somewhere deep into the recesses of Vegas.[ The heart ♥ ].A place barely seen in the glamour glitz scene. The beat that concrete steps can't compete with. This is a place where you can block out the noise so that you can hear yourself [ think ! ]. You can uncover values with deeper meaning, discover beauty at its best in nature and escape the devil’s whisper.
What’s that you ask? It’s a place I know of that’s used for preservation and safe keeping of valuables. How do you get there? The key is through me.
Now take it and open the VAULT.