Jamie walked down the Strip, with its flashing lights and flashy women. She'd gotten separated from her parents, but right now she didn't really care. An adventurous explorer who worshipped Indiana Jones, she was ready to see the world.
Cars passed, and the sounds of people shouting with delight or groaning in frustration filtered out of the casinos. There was the chinkchinkchink of coins falling into trays, and heavy smoke drifting in the air.
Jamie coughed, her little hand covering her little mouth. When she took it away again, someone walking by thrust a card into her fingers. She glanced down at it.
There was a woman, with big breasts and small clothes. She had a certain smile--provocative, Jamie thought it was called--and her hair looked like she'd just gotten out of bed or had been jumping and dancing around having fun. Jamie couldn't read all the words on the card yet, but there was a phone number and an address, and something about a show.
Jamie looked up at the street sign. Las Vegas Blvd. She was already on the right road! Now all she needed was to find... Sahara Ave. Sahara, like the desert. Jamie grinned and started down the wide bustling street. Now she really was going on an adventure.
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