Las Vegas Chinese Women

Author: Anping
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Publish Date: 2006-08-01
Features: The night of Las Vegas, the gambling capital, is enchanting and mysterious, filled with alluring temptations. The dazzling The Strip (The Strip) is lined with extravagant casinos, emitting strange, colorful lights, like a paradise banquet in the mortal world, a mirage-like dreamland. Tourists swarm in like moths from all corners of the world, chasing the brilliant and magnificent light! It is the light that illuminates the fragile souls of humans. The night is beautiful, yet ambiguous, the air filled with the scent of sexuality and money. Desire flows like a river without beginning or end, spreading throughout this city of paper wealth and gold. Ling Yue can still smell the scent of the money, though they have been mercilessly tossed into an unknown money box in the casino. Before that, they had safely rested in Ling Yue's wallet for hours, still carrying the warmth and fragrance of her fingers.
At this moment, Ling Yue is frustrated and troubled, her mind empty, with no intention of admiring the beauty of the gambling city. After leaving the Bellagio hotel, she wandered aimlessly among the crowds on The Strip, eventually reaching the Bellagio hotel's fountain lake, feeling exhausted and tired. She leaned against the stone railing, gazing blankly at the shimmering lake in the night sky. Tourists passed by one after another, some stopping nearby to prepare for the musical fountain show, which runs every 15 minutes. People who come to the gambling city are of all kinds. On the streets, you can hear the shouts of young people and the curses of drunkards, people who are joyful, people who are discouraged, people with their own purposes, but none of it changes the grandeur of the gambling city. The city is like a powerful, enchanting sorceress; once you are in it, you can only feel your own insignificance and helplessness. This is Ling Yue's deepest feeling at the moment.
Since ancient times, the victors have been kings, and the defeated have been thieves. The gambling city has always shown her joy and flattery only to the victors, while the losers can only experience her cruelty and indifference. There's nothing to say, this is the gambling city. Her thoughts are still not clear after the gambling earlier. She can't understand why she always loses everything and comes back defeated. Is it because she did something wrong in a past life? Or is it because her skills are not good enough? This year is the Year of the Rooster, and the fortune-teller said it should be a mix of joy and sorrow for the Rabbit-born Ling Yue. Alas, if one's luck is bad, it's senseless to keep losing like this. But since winning a few hundred dollars in the first two days of the New Year, she has been losing steadily, fearing more and losing more, creating a vicious cycle.
Earlier, at the Baccarat table in the Bellagio, Ling Yue lost the paycheck she had just received, leaving her with only $40. Fortunately, Ling Yue works two jobs, and she will receive another paycheck of about $1,000 next week, which can cover her rent and other miscellaneous expenses for next month. This $1,000 is something she can never lose again. Ling Yue sighed. How many times has she sworn never to gamble again, yet each time she cannot resist the temptation, repeating the old drama. The hard-earned money is so easily given to the gambling house, and Ling Yue's heart is filled with hatred—hating the gambling house for being useless, and hating herself for being too weak, dominated by desire.
At this moment, the lights on the lake in front of the Bellagio suddenly lit up, and a man's voice began to sing a beautiful Italian song. Many small water jets shot up from the lake, dancing high and low to the music, spinning gracefully and elegantly. This dance of water, accompanied by the gentle melody, seemed like silk brushing over Ling Yue's heart. For so long, she had suddenly realized that she was actually a woman, a weak woman who needed to be loved and protected. Ling Yue's eyes blurred, and her heart ached in waves.
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