Las Vegas, whose magic cast a spell, enchanted me to stay.
Eat, drink, play, explore, she beckoned.
The magic of her strip of dreams, fulfilled and dashed, of winners and losers.
Her bridges filled with homeless and beggars can’t spoil her brightness.
She’s like Circe, the Goddess of Magic, to whom Odysseus didn’t succumb, but remained for the feast and wine.
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