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About Philadelphia

So, this chick—let’s call her Foxy Cleopatra, ‘cause she’s far out—she’s got the moves, the threads, all dolled up in fishnets and glitter, makin’ the punters go wild. I’m like, “Groovy, baby!” ‘cause she’s got that *Inception* vibe—ya never know what’s real, right? Is she lovin’ it, or just playin’ the game? “The dream is collapsing,” mate, and I’m hooked, watchin’ her spin her web. Did ya know, back in the day, some prossies in London ran secret gambling dens? Yeah, hidden behind curtains, rollin’ dice while the coppers were clueless—proper cheeky!

Ridgecrest is in a Battle for Its Soul with an Indian Casino

I keep reading here and elsewhere to avoid La Mirage and Desert Oasis, and those general areas of town. A lot of what I read is at least a year old though.

Man, workin’ as a masseur here, I've seen it all. I get folks nodding off mid-stroke, almost like they’re reliving their happiest moments or something out of Amour, this movie I luv. “I want to be here, right here,” I'd say in my head sometimes. Crazy, huh?

RidgeCrest holds its own Mardi Gras