The Death Of Las Vegas
November, 2015
STEVE FRIESSThese days, "What Happened Here Now Happens Elsewhere" would be more apt If you've been to a Nevada brothel lately—and the odds of that are increasingly slim—you know it may be the saddest place in America. Most are far from the glitter of the Strip, surrounded by tumbleweed and secluded in the worst sense of the word. Perhaps the nadon's handful of legal cathouses once enjoyed a cachet (or even a sheen) of respectability as a capitalistic exchange between women who prefer...
