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Blow and Roll

She slithers by my game and whispers in my ear as she passes, voice of silk.

Story by Teo J. Babini - teo@citizenbrooklyn.com Photos by Muge Karamanci
Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

There are dens like this all over the world from the boardwalk in Atlantic City to the sweating mess that is Macao, but none of them quite compare to good ol’ Vegas. Now, I’m no degenerate gambler, you’ll find them with the card counters in the black jack section. I’m no retiree either, breathin’ my last breaths one slot machine at a time waitin’ for bingo to begin. No, most people would call me a card shark, but I like to think of myself like as more of a professional poker player. That being said, you won’t see me at the world series. I’m a man of the table, if you will.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Sin City is essentially a desert oasis full of light, and the strip is an all you can eat buffet of bacchanalia. It’s like ancient Rome, complete with free drinks, blood sport coliseums and whores of Babylon, not to mention a feudal relationship with finance. It’s no wonder they called it Caesar’s Palace. But I don’t see it this way. I see right through the pools filled with tattooed trailer trash, the people that come here to drink handles of cheap hooch in their hotel rooms. You gotta look past the strip clubs, past the magic shows, past all the smoke and mirrors.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

What ever happened to Sinatra’s Vegas, the Jack Daniel’s dream? How about Sammy, Dino and rest of the Rat Pack? I’d give my money to the Mafia any day before I’d cough it up to these corporate lackeys. I imagine Bugsy Siegel and Meyer Lansky countin’ my chips in the back room, pocketing enough to keep the cops happy and the syndicate content. That’s the real show, that’s the romance of this town.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

And so I sit here, shuffling some money out of these suckers stuck to their seats, basking in this timeless, windowless zone. My full attentions, rather, are on a beautiful dame who seems to be lookin’ back at me like a reflection. She’s got on a long blue dress that shines like the sun on the sea, just enough slit to show me a piece of porcelain leg. Her red hair drapes down over her shoulders, a vision to say the least.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

I send a wink her way and she smiles coyly. I don’t approach, only because my better judgment tells me she’s a pro, and prostitutes are always best enjoyed at a distance, for more reasons than one. She slithers by my game and whispers in my ear as she passes, voice of silk. I fold my hand, grab my stack and head over to the sad looking bar. To my surprise she’s says she got a little money she wants me to play for her, says she’s been watching me and I look like I know what I’m doing. Only problem is she wants me to roll the dice. I try and explain that I ain’t that type of gambler, but she tells me it doesn’t matter, she’s in it for the romance, a notion I’m all too familiar with.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

So we go and roll around a bit, we laugh and shout, even I’m getting’ a thrill out of it. What really catches my eye is how she insists on blowing on the dice each time I throw. As the house starts to eat away at her steak, I suggest we give the table a rest, the action having cooled off a bit. I offer to cover what I’ve lost, but she insists I can pay her back with a ride home, her hot breath against my neck tells me the ride doesn’t end there, and that suits me just fine.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

So we grab my Caddy and she proceeds to direct me to her hotel away from the strip, she can’t handle the crowds all the time she says. The cool night air blows her hair in the wind and I think to myself, “What a Wonderful World”. It’s like a scene from an old movie. We come to a stop sign when she suddenly leans over and kisses me like it’s our wedding night. Fade to black.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

I wake up in a puddle on the side of the road with a sore head having been relieved of my show cards and my Cadillac. I chuckle a bit, knowing all to well that predator had become pray with one of the oldest tricks in the book. I like to think I knew better and like I said before I’m usually not one to roll the dice, I ain’t that kinda gambler… But sometimes fools rush in, sometimes you do things for the romance. Viva Las Vegas! She was a real knock out.

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