"There's a Tourist in Every Heart"

Dear Las Vegas,

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Thank you for hosting all us girls over the weekend. It was quite a ball of wild and crazy fun. I especially enjoyed the ghost bar, the brits, and rappin in the pool (of course).

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I also wanted to let you know that I think this may be the end for us... We have had our fun in the past. I will never forget the reality tv stars, or waffles at 4 o'clock in the morning. Unfortunately I have matured, and as it turns out I am a girl whose nights must remain nights, and not turn into mornings. I am a girl who needs to go to church, not party in the city of sin.

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You? Well you are Las Vegas. Which means there are thousands of starry eyed girls donning much too high of heels, and much too short of skirts lined up to take my place, and embark on all the magic you hold. (Less Carrot Top, I hope).

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As for this girl? I will be resting my starry eyes turned bloodshot, and dreaming about more relaxing locals - such as Sun City.

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Good Bye Las Vegas, I am sure we will meet again. I mean, a mid-life crisis is inevitable!