What I’d heard was that the casino’s owner had held this great big dream of making the place themed to space travel, but it really only went as far as the solar system print on the carpet and the empty astronaut suit that greeted you at the entrance, gloved hand raised up like it was going to give you a high five. Then there were pot plants sitting around, the smell of blow-dryered hair, the feeling of sand under your shoes when you walked on the tile.
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