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I neared the end of the strip, getting close to Sahara Avenue and the appropriately named Sahara hotel and casino. This is the home of the beloved renaissance woman Charo. I only pray someday the utterance of the phrase "cuchi-cuchi" makes her spontaneously combust. You'll notice the ride track rising prominently in the foreground. It's the "end" of the Speed roller coaster that starts and finishes *inside* the complex and uses electromagnetics to propel the cars. Tech. is good. I didn't go on it because it wasn't running when I passed by. (It really sucked being stuck on Boston time and doing a good chunk of my traveling in the early morning hours.) I did go inside the Sahara a little later in the day with the intention of taking a free lesson in some of the gambling games. However, I waited and waited and no dealer ever showed up. Waste of my time, and for that, these guys go on my shit list, even though they're listed as having some of the loosest slots in Vegas. ("loose" slots are like loose women...they both put out a lot. Just thought you should know.) And on that note, I also observed they have some of the nastier looking waitresses. Sorry honey, but if you're 50 and a chain smoker, you got *no* business trying to show off that deflated cleavage. Damn...I really got cynical, huh. :-)
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