So he stayed with me. We drove through gold country and over the Sierra to Virginia City, Nevada—an old-timey silver-mining town famous for the Comstock Lode that seemed to now exist only for tourists, except that we were the only tourists in town. We had drinks at the small velvet-lined Casino that stayed open for 24-hours because, according to the logic of the bartender on duty, it was cheaper than closing for insurance reasons. The only other people in the bar were four bearded locals and a couple of slot machine gamblers. We struck up conversation with one of the bearded men who greeted us with a thick Irish brogue that eventually faded. Turns out he used to be a tour guide of the city's vast underground tunnels.
Time-and-space capsule (seems i've gone back to the '90s with this attire)
Deserter
Virginia Cityscape
Brandelier
Smoking in the girl's room totally encouraged.
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