Your best story

Everyone here has a ton of Vegas stories so I thought that it would be interesting to hear everyone's best one. One rule; it can''t involve winning or losing huge sums of money.

A croupier pushed $40 in chips over to me and said it was my winnings. I hadn't made any bets yet.

I was at a table for hours with this old guy I had never met before and we were getting drunk and having a good time gambling. I got up to leave and he gave me a black chip after learning I was down for the session. I guess he was fairly well off; he had been betting $200-$300 a hand consistently for hours, with some purples making an occasional appearance (I had been betting quarters). Super nice guy in general (not just because of the money), and really funny. I hope I'm like him when I'm older.

A high roller tried to bully me off a table when we were the only two there. I eventually left, but only after I ran out of money.

I'm always hoping a prostitute will try and solicit me, but it's never happened. Guess I look too poor.

Nothing really crazy happens to me when I go to Vegas, because I try to avoid the nightlife and just stick to the super-touristy parts of the Strip. Usually I just sit at a table for hours gambling, and then I'm in bed by 10 pm.

Quote: TigerWu

A croupier pushed $40 in chips over to me and said it was my winnings. I hadn't made any bets yet.

I was at a table for hours with this old guy I had never met before and we were getting drunk and having a good time gambling. I got up to leave and he gave me a black chip after learning I was down for the session. I guess he was fairly well off; he had been betting $200-$300 a hand consistently for hours, with some purples making an occasional appearance (I had been betting quarters). Super nice guy in general (not just because of the money), and really funny. I hope I'm like him when I'm older.

A high roller tried to bully me off a table when we were the only two there. I eventually left, but only after I ran out of money.

I'm always hoping a prostitute will try and solicit me, but it's never happened. Guess I look too poor.

Nothing really crazy happens to me when I go to Vegas, because I try to avoid the nightlife and just stick to the super-touristy parts of the Strip. Usually I just sit at a table for hours gambling, and then I'm in bed by 10 pm.

I wasnt in the front door of my first casino before being solicited by a prostitute

Are you sure you just dont think they're regular girls asking for a nice place to go

Quote: darkoz

I wasnt in the front door of my first casino before being solicited by a prostitute

Are you sure you just dont think they're regular girls asking for a nice place to go

Well, I mean I've never been approached by a woman in any casino, ever...

This happened the weekend after Memorial Day weekend in 2014.
During a trip the week before to Vegas, I had ceased my play for the trip and was just hanging out shooting the breeze, as I am wont to do, with the hotel/casino staff that I have become friendly with over the years. Feeling some pangs of hunger, I made my way over to Five50 Pizza (yummy) to grab a couple of slices before heading to the airport. On my way walking there a tall, curvy woman with glasses said hello to me. Not thinking anything of it, I said hello and went forward on my quest for pizza. After scarfing down the slices, I wandered around and sat down at a penny slot machine just to pass the time.
Lo and behold, who comes walking by again but the curvy girl in glasses. She proceeds to say hello again and takes a seat at the slot machine next to mine. She immediately chats me up (I know where this is going as 99.9% of the women out there are not just sitting down to chat with me). About 2 minutes into the ‘conversation’, she asks if I am staying at the Aria. I reply in the affirmative and she then asks if the rooms are nice…can we all see where this is going? I said “yes, very nice but I’m all checked out already”. With an answer for everything, she replies “well, I am sure a high roller like you could get access to any room you wanted”. Well, considering I have $20 in a penny slot machine, I am not sure why she would think I was high roller other than to stroke my ego.
I said, “unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of juice”. She said, “oh well, we could’ve had a lot of fun touring the room”, stood up to go, winked at me and was gone in a flash.
I arrived home and, fresh off my insane Memorial Day loss, decided to head to AC that weekend to attempt to recoup some of said losses.
So, on that Saturday night, about 11:30pm, I had passed a tall, curvy woman with glasses who I swore I recognized…
We smiled as we passed one another but that was it for the moment
About 20 minutes later I Was talking to a roulette dealer I am friendly with and she happened to walk by again
I stopped her and told her she looked very familiar to me
She looked at me quizzically as a lightbulb went off above my head
I asked her if she happened to be at the Aria in Las Vegas over Memorial Day weekend
She said “Yes, I live in Vegas but I’m here on vacation…are you here alone?”
It all started coming back to me now – so I told her I was indeed alone
She then said, “We should fix that.”
I then laughingly stated, “You know, you used the exact same sales pitch on me in Vegas”
She then leaned in and asked me if I had taken her up on the offer last time
I said “No, I did not’
And she replied, right on cue “Don’t make the same mistake twice”
I laughed and wished her a good evening…

I go up to a crowded Craps table at the Rio and want to buy in. I drop $200 on the felt and ask for 5 greens and "the rest in reds."
The dealers, and pretty much the rest of the table, glare at me. "Reds?"
I look at the minimum card: $50. (It's not a High Roller area, but it's right around the time the WSOP main event is to start.)
Needless to say, I pick up the 200 and slink over to a $15 table that proceeds to miss something like seven out of the next nine points.

This happened on last year's March Break trip to Las Vegas.

I was playing at TI and I started on the don’t pass and resolved to stay there. I managed to 7-out on three of four points before other players started showing up. The new faces didn’t change how the table was rolling however. It was choppy, but the don’t was a better bet overall.

One fellow shows up about 40 minutes into the session, parks beside me, and pulls out $500 from his marker to place all the numbers -- $30 for 6, 8, 5 and 9 with a $60 buy bet for 4 and 10.

I’m camped out on the don’t pass and I’m winning while he’s losing. He had to go to his marker two more times during this stretch and started making comments to the other shooters like, “Let’s make that 10 to get this guy” referring to me camped out on the don’ts.

When the dice came around to me I stayed on the don’t, and he gave me a funny look. I told him, “My superstition is that I roll a lot of sevens”. I proceed to roll a couple 7’s to lose my don’t on the come-out then I get a point of 8 which I had a 7-out on about 5 rolls later. He failed to make his point when the dice passed to him. Poor fellow.


The next day I start my craps session on the pass line, but two shooters failed to make a point. I switched to don’t pass and it was a couple 7-outs for every point made so that I recovered a bit.

The 7-outs chased everyone else away from the table, but then I started to make points while betting the don’t so I started switching back and forth. Whatever I tried for the next four points was the wrong way to go.

Meanwhile the fellow from the previous day came by craps table and was watching me zig and zag to no avail. He yells across the table in a Southern drawl, “You can’t win for losing boy!”

It happened that I was on the pass line at the time and I replied, “Hey I’m on your side this time!” pointing to my pass line bet. He comes down to my end of the table and is extolling me on how craps players should play together against the house on the pass line. I pointed out that there is a house edge in either case – pass or don’t pass. The fellow then says to me jokingly in his Southern drawl, “Yesterday boy I woulda killed you if it was legal”.

That was my first death threat at a craps table.

--helpmespock

i wish i understood craps talk but i dont maybe i should dedicate some time toward it

Laughlin, the weekend the Saints won the Super Bowl. They had a combination BJ tournament/Big Game Invite weekend. Two rounds to eliminate most people, then an elimination round and a final. I happened to be sitting at a table in the morning where a women hit about 8 BJs in 15 hands and was far and away the chip leader. I was far in the rear. Second round is choppy and I put in all my chips for final bet, as did everyone else. We were a late table and only a miracle could get anyone into the next round. I'm first to act. Ace/7 vs Face. I hit and draw a ten. No harm. Every other player stands. Dealer turns over a five and draws a six, beating the table. A women bitches about me taking the dealers bust card when third base suddenly goes bat shite nuts. He gets loud real fast and security is there almost instantly. He's a big old boy and while not exactly fighting the two security guards, he keeps trying to lunge past them and get to me. Suddenly ,out of nowhere comes a security guy that had to be 6'7 and 450 pounds. I'm close to 400 pounds and this guy absolutely dwarfed me. He approaches from the guys back, puts him in a bear hug and lifts him off the ground, swings him in a circle , drops him and plops down sitting on the guys chest. Guy is still resisting and they end up hogtieing him and taking him out, with a spit mask in place, on a gurney.
The next day, I'm playing BJ when I see him walking through the casino, surrounded by guards and a Metro Officer. I think they had taken him up to get his stuff from his room. He was wearing the clothes from the day before so I think he spent the night in jail.
Speaking of which, is there a police substation in Laughlin? I've never noticed one, but they must have some place to process arrest and such.

Quote: heatmap

i wish i understood craps talk but i dont maybe i should dedicate some time toward it

It's just million different was of saying, "you put your money down and then you get about 98% of it back."

Quote: billryan

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...Speaking of which, is there a police substation in Laughlin? I've never noticed one, but they must have some place to process arrest and such.

Yeah, I've been told by some who oughtta know what they're talking about that they've got some kind of small holding facility associated with the office for the Metro PD people working the "Laughlin Area Command." Not that I've ever seen the joint or anything like that...

They actually have a Facebook page for it, believe it or not, though I don't think I've seen anything on it about what holding cell accommodations are there with the substation. They're actually using it mostly to sell $10 souvenir patches:

https://www.facebook.com/laughlin.substation/

Quote: Metro P.D.

LVMPD Laughlin Substation
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The Laughlin Substation has a limited number of these patches available. The patches are $10, proceeds go to the LVMPD Honor Guard!

I assume "honor guard" does not really mean "keg of beer." I'm almost sure it prolly doesn't.

Quote: ThatDonGuy

I go up to a crowded Craps table at the Rio and want to buy in. I drop $200 on the felt and ask for 5 greens and "the rest in reds."
The dealers, and pretty much the rest of the table, glare at me. "Reds?"
I look at the minimum card: $50. (It's not a High Roller area, but it's right around the time the WSOP main event is to start.)
Needless to say, I pick up the 200 and slink over to a $15 table that proceeds to miss something like seven out of the next nine points.

I was dealing craps one night and it was super duper busy. Everyone was already like 1 hour into OT and boss wanted to get tables closed, since it wasn’t looking like players were going home any time soon. He comes over to my table and notices everyone’s got like $5 or $10 line bets, not much action, so he announces, “After this shooter finishes, table is going to $25 minimum.” Generally, everyone would just color up and leave after that, which was the plan.

A good roll later, shooter sevens out and we update the minimum to $25. Everyone’s like, “Oh, I guess I gotta bet $25 now. Okay.” And that’s exactly what happened. Everyone started firing away with green chips, got some hot rolls. Table went from having the least action of the pit by far to having the most action by far. Now the plan backfired because boss can’t close the table with the most action on it. Plus, there were a few good rolls and our table ended up losing quite a bit in the last 2 hours.

Quote: Rigondeaux

It's just million different was of saying, "you put your money down and then you get about 98% of it back."

At just 1 free drink per hour (at a $10 table) your return is over 100%.

Quote: Ace2

At just 1 free drink per hour (at a $10 table) your return is over 100%.

So then just sitting at an E-table pretending to make bets while getting free drinks is super +EV? What about tips?

I have two.


1. Preface: I'm a green/black chip player on my trips to Vegas.
A couple of years ago, my family and I were on our way to go to the Red Rock Canyon. It was a Tuesday or a Wednesday morning as I recall. We all decided to stop by the Red Rock casino for their breakfast buffet since it was much more affordable than the one at the strip. I was on a juice cleanse diet at the time, so I stayed back and played some blackjack while they dined at the buffet. I sat at the $5 blackjack table (3/2 shoe, h17, etc). I just wanted to pass the time and didn't want to play seriously at a place I don't have a card for, so I bought in for only $100. The dealer was a nice middle-aged lady, and was very playful. She proceeded to put all my red chips in the betting circle and told me to go all in. I played along and I said "Ok, let's do it. If you tell me so." The dealer said she was joking and pushed my bet back to me. I proceeded to push it forward to the betting circle, and I played with her saying that it was my part of my rent, but I had a good feeling about it. She apologized and told me she was only joking and told me not to do it. I then countered and told her like a crazed lunatic that I believe in signs and she was the the exact sign I was waiting for. (She messed with the wrong person to joke with because I can play along and dish it back!) I kept insisting and she kept asking "are you sure?! Are you sure you want to do this?!" Well, I ended up getting a blackjack my first hand, so now I had $250. The dealer showed some sigh of relief that I ended up winning. I then said, I feel good about this and parlayed the $250 on the betting circle and she told me "no, don't do this." I kept insisting that she was a sign from above and I had to do this. I ended up getting two 8s for against the dealer's 6. I didn't have another $250 on me, so I paused the table and ran to the buffet to borrow $250 from my brother in law (all my money was in the safe at the Venetian). I came back and split my 8s and I got a 3... I ran back to the buffet and I learned my lesson and asked for $500, which they didn't have, but I was able to scrounge around $400 from everybody. I felt like I just robbed my whole family of their money. I doubled down on my 8 & 3 and got an Ace (ouch). On my second split, I got a 2 to go along with my other 8 for a 10 and doubled down for less ($150) and got a face for a total 20. The dealer flipped over an Ace for a soft 17, then a 9, and then a bust card I can't remember. The whole ordeal took over 5 minutes from me going back and forth to the buffet, getting money, changing money, having the pit verify, etc. However, it sure was worth it. Cashed out $1,800, gave the dealer 50 bucks, paid my family back. The real story is that I had about a $10K bankroll for that trip, and I was on a crazy swing that night. I was down to my last buy-in and I had to dip into the Red Rock profit to split and double down again. I hit some positive variance and was able to turn the ship back on the right track. I actually ran into two hot shoes after getting back to + and ended up $3,500 for the trip. If I did not have that last $800 or so profit from Red Rock, I would have called off quits on gambling for the trip and ended up going home down $10K. All thanks to a playful dealer and chain of events, I came home a winner.

2. The other story is that I was in Vegas with my wife late September in 2017. We get free room offers that give us comp'd room for 4 to 5 days, so we usually book a day more than our anticipated stay because if we have a winning trip we like to secure our winnings via a check or a wire and stay an extra day to enjoy Vegas. That particular trip, we booked a win and I was very close to convincing my wife to stay another day and get comp'd tickets to the Route 91 Festival the next day. I'm a huge country music fan, but my wife is not a big fan, and she finally put her foot down and said she wasn't interested enough in the concert to stay another night. We checked out a day earlier than our allotted reservation and drove back home on Oct 1, 2017. The next morning, I woke up and saw on my phone that Stephen Paddock shot up the place. I felt my hair raise and we were both speechless. It's anyone's guess whether we would have been one of the unlucky ones, but to say the least we would have witnessed and experienced something terrible even if we got out of there safe.

Quote: darkoz

I wasnt in the front door of my first casino before being solicited by a prostitute

Are you sure you just dont think they're regular girls asking for a nice place to go

With 3 pennies in your pocket did she offer action?

I've got two stories that I don't think I've told here before.


1 -

A couple years ago at the Sands in PA. I had been playing poker, but wanted to play craps for a new minutes before going home.

I find a relatively empty $10 table. There's two people on the right side of the craps table, a young guy next to the stick, and a young gal next to the base dealer. I come in on the corner. There's a guy on the other side shooting.

I get my 5/6/8/9 place bets down. Shooter rolls a 10. The gal was on the 10, gets paid, then reaches in to take her winnings, as well as her bet off the 10. The dealer and I start saying how you gotta ask the dealer to take them down. She gets all pissy, then says to the guy that she is going to another table. I didn't even realize that they were together.

As she's leaving, the dealer says, "I bet that 10 hits at least three more times."

Sure enough, the next roll is a 10. The guy gets his gal's attention and holds up ten fingers. Two rolls later, another 10, and ten more fingers. Screw it, I put $10 on the 10.

The shooter goes on to hit a bunch of numbers, including the 10, I don't know how many times. But I keep pressing the bets up a bit on each hit. During his roll, the pit announces that the minimum is going to $15 in 30 minutes. He keeps shooting. After a while (is it 30 minutes already?) the pit announces that it's going up after this shooter. A few minutes later, finally a seven out. I turned my $100 into over $2,800!

I asked about getting grandfathered in, but they said no. Which was fine, since I actually wanted to leave already. But now I was like, "No grandfathering? OK, Color up. I'm done." :)

2 -

Since so many are telling hooker stories, here's my story, from my Vegas trip last May.

For whatever reason (middle aged guy, alone?), I get approached often, but never use their services. So often in fact, that the girls in the office where I wokk always want to know the count and if there's any girls that stand out.

Well, there was a girl who stood out.

I was staying at the Mandalay Bay. I was out for the evening, and was walking in from their parking garage, with plans to go directly to my room. As I come in from the garage, and enter that long hallway, I see her at the other end of the hallway, heading out. I slow down a little to maximize my viewing time.

Just before we pass each other, an older guy from behind me, who isn't bothering to maximize his viewing time, passes and says, "Don't do it." I respond, "I can look..."

Apparently, she heard this, because instead of continuing on to the garage, she does a 180, and starts walking alongside me, offering her services.

Mind you, she's very good looking. Not your typical hooker look, but borderline stunning. Like, magazine cover - porn mag OR glamour mag - good looks. She's also very persuasive with great sales techniques and lines.

I was going to go to the hotel, but decide to go into the casino instead. Partly because I'm enjoying the conversation, but also because I know if she gets me alone in an elevator, it's all over. She wins.

But in the relative safety of the public area, I'm able to keep up the conversation, while also keeping my resolve to say no.

When she's about ready to give up, she asks one more question, "Is it because I'm black?"

Frankly, that hadn't even crossed my mind. But I stopped walking and said, "Look at me. Sure, I'm a white guy, but I'm a fat fuck of a white guy." She seemed confused. I bent down and whispered in her ear, "I LOVE chocolate!... but it's still no thanks."

She laughed but finally realized that with me, no means no.

Mrs Mosca put $100 in a .25 WoF slot. After two plays, the machine stopped working, so she called the attendant to complain. That was how she found out it was a twenty five DOLLAR machine.

I told her, “Honey, if you’d hit the jackpot you wouldn’t be upset.”

Quote: DJTeddyBear

When she's about ready to give up, she asks one more question, "Is it because I'm black?"

Frankly, that hadn't even crossed my mind. But I stopped walking and said, "Look at me. Sure, I'm a white guy, but I'm a fat fuck of a white guy." She seemed confused. I bent down and whispered in her ear, "I LOVE chocolate!... but it's still no thanks."

She laughed but finally realized that with me, no means no.

I may have been approached by the same one! Is she very slender and tall with killer legs?

I think I've told most of my "best" stories. At least a couple times, I've told in some detail about the private Bacc table at Caesars' (just off the main floor, so how private was it, anyway?) almost 30 years ago, so I won't repeat it. That would be, I think, my "best".

Most of the rest would be characters at the table.

One I told years ago, but I don't think again, was actually in Biloxi in 1995 or so, not Vegas, but it bears repeating, I think.

I was playing Let It Ride to the left of a couple, and there was one guy on my left. It was about 3am. The lady was betting $1 on each of the 3 spots for the dealer each hand. She was betting $10 each spot, and $1 sidebet (non-progressive). This was before they offered a 3 card sidebet or 6 card. She got the AJT of hearts dealt, so she let it ride. Up came the QH. She was trembling, but didn't say anything. Sure enough, up came KH.

She still didn't say anything, but she was trembling so hard she was vibrating next to me. The dealer flipped up her husband's losing hand and disposed of it, then hers, and all 4 of us (not her) just gasped. I think she was afraid of doing anything to void the win, so she had just frozen.

After our initial shock, she looked down again, and got really upset. She had forgotten to make the dealer bets! So she mulled it over while they did their security checks, which took about 45 minutes. (They freeze the table, security reviews the tapes, they sort and check the cards and replace the deck, etc.) They asked nobody to leave while they validated, so we were all stuck.

So, they finally pay her the 50k. After the MS mandatory 3%, she didn't have them withhold the fed, so they gave her a check for most of it and about 10K in chips. She tipped each of us a black, because without us at the table the dealer's cards would not have come out (first I'd seen someone do this), and then tipped the dealer as if she'd remembered to put the tips up there, which came to $5000. (1000:1 each spot, plus 10% of the 20000 bonus for the Royal on the $1 bet). Never seen such generosity, before or since.

Quote: SiegfriedRoy

All thanks to a playful dealer and chain of events, I came home a winner.

This story is the exact opposite of what happens to Clark Griswold in Vegas Vacation.

Speaking of hookers, over the years I have gotten THE CALL about 4 times. IIRC it goes like this, "this is a collect call from the Clark County Detention Center".

Them, "Can you come bail me out"?

Me, "What happend"?

Them," Solicitation of prostitution, I-I was set up"

Me, "Ill be down as soon as possible"

Its been a long time since I got THE CALL.

Quote: TigerWu

This story is the exact opposite of what happens to Clark Griswold in Vegas Vacation.

I agree, but he ends up coming home with a keno jackpot and three cars to include a viper.

Quote: SiegfriedRoy

1. ... I actually ran into two hot shoes after getting back to + and ended up $3,500 for the trip. If I did not have that last $800 or so profit from Red Rock, I would have called off quits on gambling for the trip and ended up going home down $10K.

I expected winning $1,034,000 over seven sessions in 2014 would be your best story.

Quote: Wizard

I've been asked to log into the Mlife account for SiegfriedRoy. The logon I was given does show a net win in 2014 of $1,034,002.00.

Quote: Tanko

I expected winning $1,034,000 over seven sessions in 2014 would be your best story.

so it's been verified that this guy has a little more than a million in his Mlife account

that doesn't mean that he didn't inherit 5 million and lose 4 million and that's how come he now has 1 million does it?

believe everything you read on the web?

there's a guy on gamblingforums.com who posts sims results of his roulette system showing consistent wins which are now over 1 million

his name is Bago

go to gamblingforums.com and maybe, just maybe, the guy will reveal to you how he cracked the code

Quote: lilredrooster

so it's been verified that this guy has a little more than a million in his Mlife account

that doesn't mean that he didn't inherit 5 million and lose 4 million and that's how come he now has 1 million does it?

I assume you didn't read the post very well. It shows a net win of over $1 million dollars, not a balance of $1 million.

Quote: DRich

I assume you didn't read the post very well. It shows a net win of over $1 million dollars, not a balance of $1 million.

did you check with all of the other casinos in Vegas to see if he has any accounts showing net losses over $1 million?

Quote: lilredrooster

did you check with all of the other casinos in Vegas to see if he has any accounts showing net losses over $1 million?

No, I will allow you to do that since you think there is.

Quote: beachbumbabs

At least a couple times, I've told in some detail about the private Bacc table at Caesars' (just off the main floor, so how private was it, anyway?) almost 30 years ago, so I won't repeat it. That would be, I think, my "best".

I've managed to miss my chances to hear that story, so I'd love it if you could tell it again [or provide a link]

I've been approached by a hooker 3 time I think. 2 times at Palms, and one at Caesars. That's crazy low considering I live here. Paging Zenking to confirm my standard deviation on hooker approaches. Must be rigged.

I've been approached by hookers probably 100-200 times, I'd guess.

Worst was this girl dressed very normally in the lobby of the Wynn or some place like that. She was just standing there waiting for people to walk by and was very nervous and had no game. I felt bad for her. I think maybe she was just a random chick desperate for money.

Best line was when one asked me if I'd had a bad night. Obviously, I always say I've lost a lot. She's like, "why don't you let me turn it into a great night?" That's a pretty persuasive point. I actually kind of wish I could enjoy being with a prostitute. But knowing she's not into it takes all the fun out.

Other worst was when this girl came up to me at a bar around last call, if there was such a thing here. She asked me where I was from. I kind of just blew her off. She was cute, but not gorgeous. I did ask her where she was from. She said Texas and had the accent. She was also pretty drunk. She was dressed like some chick from texas on vacation.

A minute after she left, I thought, "holy crap, maybe that WASN'T a hooker and I just blew it big time." Hooker is still a big favorite, but there is a reasonable chance she was a drunk tourist looking for company at the end of the night.

Quote: djatc

I've been approached by a hooker 3 time I think. 2 times at Palms, and one at Caesars. That's crazy low considering I live here. Paging Zenking to confirm my standard deviation on hooker approaches. Must be rigged.

When you're wearing a NAMBLA t-shirt most days, they can tell you're not their target demo.

I’ve been to Vegas maybe a dozen times.

I’ve never been approached by a hooker.

I would probably laugh if it happened.

I'm surprised how many have been approached few or no times.

I wonder what hookers are looking for?

Obviously, where you go is a big factor. At least half of the people in Casino Royale are hookers.

I used to see hookers everywhere. Not so much since the internet. It used to be hard getting thru a casino without at least one throwing their purse in front of you to get your attention. I think they target the 30-40 year old age group the most.

Damn you guys get approached by these hookers a lot. Idk how many times I’ve been approached by a hooker. I’d say definitely fewer than 10 times. Probably closer to 5. They probably figure I’m just way out of their league and don’t want to be embarrassed by getting shot down by me — yeah, that’s it.

When I was a dealer, we know who all the hookers were, or at least the regular ones. Some of them were working pretty hard. At one point, floor & dealers were keeping track of how many Johns each of the hookers got in a night (we could see them walking towards the hotel area together). The crack hoe who had wonky teeth and a Texarkansan accent but kinda cute somehow — she bagged like 9 dudes in something like 5 hours.

Quote: Rigondeaux

Obviously, where you go is a big factor. At least half of the people in Casino Royale are hookers.

Go to the Stage Door around 11pm til 3am. A lot of the pimps and their girls are there waiting on calls from the various casinos.

Quote: DRich

Go to the Stage Door around 11pm til 3am. A lot of the pimps and their girls are there waiting on calls from the various casinos.

How do I get involved in the pimpin’ business? I hear pimps make good money. I’d like to change from APing to pimping because I want my career to be more rewarding and give back to the community. Do you think that’s a good place to go to get some pointers?

Make sure you bring a notepad so you know what they are saying



https://youtu.be/4aO4bTKHXt8

Quote: djatc

I've been approached by a hooker 3 time I think. 2 times at Palms, and one at Caesars. That's crazy low considering I live here. Paging Zenking to confirm my standard deviation on hooker approaches. Must be rigged.

Oh how easily we forget some of our best casino stories.

let me start you off.

Quote: djatc

I've been approached by a comedian 3 time I think. 2 times at the Plaza, and one time he touched my leg. Yes this is a true story. The comedians was...

♪♪Now you swear and kick and beg us That you're not a gamblin' man Then you find you're back in Vegas With a handle in your hand♪♪ Your black cards can make you money So you hide them when you're able In the land of casinos and money You must put them on the table♪♪ You go back Jack do it again roulette wheels turinin' 'round and 'round♪♪ You go back Jack do it again♪♪

A heartwarming story - for Christmas one year brought my 15 year old down to see Shania who was in residency at Caesars. This was a birthday present and she was her all-time favourite. She was picking out people to be on stage with her for a song but she wasn't chosen. She kept it together but when she got back to the room she bawled for a few minutes. Nonetheless for graduation she got the meet-and-greet package.

There was the wife and me at the Wynn. We were drinking and eating and gambling very late into the evening. We had our head down on a slot machine and a couple of youngsters took a picture of us desperate degenerate gamblers too tired to play. Made me laugh. That same trip was the one where they closed off a craps table at the Wynn and the table was populated by young men and women wearing nothing but bathrobes playing a solid $100 pass.

As for approached by the ladies of the night it seems to only happen at Mandalay Bay.

Wish I had more wild stories to tell, but I'm a good mimbo.

I saw a guy get up from a slot machine, pull his pants down and proceed to take a dump right on the casino floor.

Quote: Hunterhill

I saw a guy get up from a slot machine, pull his pants down and proceed to take a dump right on the casino floor.

If that’s your best story, I’d hate to hear your worst story.

Quote: Hunterhill

I saw a guy get up from a slot machine, pull his pants down and proceed to take a dump right on the casino floor.

I had some bad tacos, you said you wouldn’t tell anyone that story.

I've also worked in casinos. At Hawaiian Gardens, my boss and I were telling another worker about the time an old lady did the same thing in the middle of the casino floor. I thought he'd got some details wrong, but after a bit of discussion, we realized we were talking about two separate incidents. Shows you what a dump that place is.

Another woman would wear depends, even though she was young and didn't need them, so she wouldn't miss any action on the high stakes PGP table. This was discovered when they overflowed one day. She was totally unashamed.

Quote: Rigondeaux

I've also worked in casinos. At Hawaiian Gardens, my boss and I were telling another worker about the time an old lady did the same thing in the middle of the casino floor. I thought he'd got some details wrong, but after a bit of discussion, we realized we were talking about two separate incidents. Shows you what a dump that place is.

Another woman would wear depends, even though she was young and didn't need them, so she wouldn't miss any action on the high stakes PGP table. This was discovered when they overflowed one day. She was totally unashamed.

I can't remember where I read it, but it's understood in the industry that the chairs are often peed in, especially the slots. People just won't get up and leave them sometimes.

If you can work in a casino, and not realize that they are on par with drug dealers, your powers of self-deception are heroic.

Quote: Rigondeaux

If you can work in a casino, and not realize that they are on par with drug dealers, your powers of self-deception are heroic.

I think that's slightly harsh but partly true. IMO, it's more on a par with a bar. Most people are there to enjoy themselves, but there are alcoholics, and people drinking to escape problems, or out of loneliness too.

But alcohol is also a drug. And there are addicted gamblers getting their fix in every casino. So you're not that far off.

In non-strip casinos, most of the customers are problem gamblers. Maybe not to the degree that they destroy their lives, but they are definitely flushing a large percentage of their income down the toilet.

It's pretty normal to enjoy socializing and getting intoxicated or to enjoy the taste and sensations of beer, wine or whiskey. There's really not much harm in it.

The same cannot be said of lighting your money on fire in a largely non social environment. I'd say a person without a problem might enjoy coming to Vegas a few times in their life and trying to get the better of variance and having the experience of gambling. Or, they might enjoy playing 5 cent VP for a few hours once a month and grabbing a free cocktail. Obviously, this is not what the casino industry is built upon.

I'd add that, if you don't have a problem, gambling gets pretty boring pretty quickly. The ball landed here. Now it landed there. Now it landed there. Now it landed there. Now it landed there.... To most people, this is only fun for so long.

Quote: Rigondeaux

In non-strip casinos, most of the customers are problem gamblers. Maybe not to the degree that they destroy their lives, but they are definitely flushing a large percentage of their income down the toilet.

It's pretty normal to enjoy socializing and getting intoxicated or to enjoy the taste and sensations of beer, wine or whiskey. There's really not much harm in it.

The same cannot be said of lighting your money on fire in a largely non social environment. I'd say a person without a problem might enjoy coming to Vegas a few times in their life and trying to get the better of variance and having the experience of gambling. Or, they might enjoy playing 5 cent VP for a few hours once a month and grabbing a free cocktail. Obviously, this is not what the casino industry is built upon.

I'd add that, if you don't have a problem, gambling gets pretty boring pretty quickly. The ball landed here. Now it landed there. Now it landed there. Now it landed there. Now it landed there.... To most people, this is only fun for so long.

Go to any bar, Dottys, JPJ around LV and watch as the bartenders get off shift. I would say that 80% of them sit down and start playing and drinking. If not, they are probably headed to a different location to drink and gamble.

I have been to places on graveyard where the bartenders are doing both while on shift.

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Go to any bar, Dottys, JPJ around LV and watch as the bartenders get off shift. I would say that 80% of them sit down and start playing and drinking. If not, they are probably headed to a different location to drink and gamble.

I have been to places on graveyard where the bartenders are doing both while on shift.

Yeah, everybody is taking hits off the product.