One of the great things about the Stevens brothers buying up the entire block of 18 Fremont Street is that G.G.G. is no more.
It's not that I'm against strip clubs - I'm just against bad ones.
By all accounts, this place was more clip joint than strip joint. And it was in the basement. Which is creepy.
One early morning, before this clothing vendor had set up, I noticed an interesting juxtaposition of shapes against the strip club backdrop and grabbed this interesting photo.
Several years ago, when Vegas Club had dining options and a couple of Easter egg games, I used to get large dining coupons along with free play offers. When I went to eat alone, I would pick a random single diner and ask if I could treat them. One turned out to be a girl of Glitter Gulch.
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