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Eight reasons to visit Las Vegas

Las Vegas is one of the most exhilarating and seductive cities in the world – we all know about the jaw-dropping hotel, celebrity-chef restaurants and extravagant world-class shows. But, if you’re after something a little more offbeat, Danny Baggott suggests how to add a twist to your trip


See the light

Spend a dazzling few hours at the Neon Museum which has been collecting, restoring and exhibiting treasured Las Vegas neon signs since 1996. Experience the magic of the museum by day or night on a guided tour, which will take you around the museum’s two-acre Boneyard which houses over 200 retro signs.


Raise the bar

Make like the locals and head downtown for your cocktails. The Commonwealth Bar - inspired by pre-Prohibition era design - is in the fashionable Fremont East district and serves up cool vibes alongside an impressive drinks menu. Head for the rooftop deck, order a punch bowl cocktail, and soak up the views of the shimmering skyline. Or, if you’re lucky, bag a seat at the bar’s own hidden speakeasy, The Laundry Room - you need a password to get in and it’s strictly no photos but, take it from us, you’ll love it.


Add a little fizz

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You’ve most probably heard of the Strip’s famous Caesars Palace Hotel and, likely, MR CHOW, the upscale Chinese restaurant located within it. But did you know that the eatery - part of the famed global empire - has a silver Champagne trolley, which is wheeled between tables serving fizz and specialty cocktails? It’s simply the place to visit if you’re in Vegas for a special celebration. Bubbles aside, the food here is exquisite: signature dishes include Beijing duck, green prawns and chicken satay, as well as the famous hand-pulled MR CHOW noodles.


Head to the skies

There’s no better way to witness the mind-boggling beauty of the Grand Canyon than by taking a helicopter ride from Las Vegas. Fly over this vast natural formation - all red rock and the rushing Colorado River - and soak up the truly awesome views of Hoover Dam, Grand Wash Cliffs, Grapevine Mesa, and Grand Canyon West. You can even opt to land at the bottom of the canyon on a private plateau for a Champagne picnic.  


Need for speed

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If you’re looking for an adrenaline rush, buckle up for a scream-inducing ride on The Big Apple Coaster, which is located outside the New York-New York Hotel and Casino on the Strip. The roller-coaster is not for the faint-hearted: it stands 203 feet tall, with a 144-foot drop, and reaches heart-stopping speeds of up to 67 mph, not to mention the fact that it’ll also turn you 180-degrees in the process. Brave brides-and grooms-to-be can even book their wedding ceremony at this exhilarating venue.


Make a knight of it

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The castle-themed Excalibur Hotel and Casino hosts the ultimate Medieval dinner and show experience: the Tournament of Kings. Sit in your throne, drink from a goblet and immerse yourself in the tale of King Arthur, as valiant knights ride their mighty steeds amongst show-stopping special effects - the jousting is a highlight. A three-course feast is served, and, as befits the period, you’ll have to eat it with your hands.


Jump to it

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Get your pulse racing at the Stratosphere Casino, Hotel and Tower. It may have 2,400+ rooms, six restaurants, two rooftop pools and a ginormous casino but the highlight has to be its SkyJump, the highest commercial decelerator descent in the world. Leap from 829 feet above the bright lights of the Strip and reach speeds of up to 40mph towards the landing pad where audiences applaud each participant. The sunset jump is most magical; if you’re brave enough to keep your eyes open, that is.


Work up a sweat

Hiking might not be your first thought when you think of Las Vegas, but Red Rock Canyon is under half an hour’s drive from the Strip and is home to a plethora of stunning trails taking you through the heart of the rugged Mojave Desert. Feeling tired from night on the tiles? Pink Jeep Tours will whizz you round some of its most scenic spots from the comfort of one of their fun brightly-coloured jeeps.

Plan your holiday to Las Vegas with British Airways


Words by Danny Baggott

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Fotos: las imágenes más espectaculares del eclipse solar

El “gran eclipse estadounidense” comenzó a ser visto en Oregon a las 10:15 am (17:15 GMT), hora del Pacífico, y terminó en Carolina del Sur a las 2:50 pm (18:50 GMT), hora del Este, abarcando 14 estados en el proceso.

Aquí puedes ver las fotografías más impresionantes de este acontecimiento astronómico, que no ocurría en Estados Unidos en 99 años.

Las imágenes más espectaculares del eclipse solar

Fotografía tomada desde Jackson, Wyoming (Instagram/natgeo).

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Parque Nacional de Grand Teton en Wyoming (Instagram/natgeo).

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John Day Fossil Beds National Monument, cerca de Mitchell, Oregon. REUTERS/Adrees Latif

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Otra instantánea tomada con un iPhone (Instagram/wjspangler007).

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Foto tomada desde un jet en el momento en el que empezó el eclipse en el Pacífico (Instagram/natgeo).

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Redmond, Oregon. (AP Photo/Ted S. Warren)

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Fotografía cedida por la NASA que muestra una puesta de sol antes del eclipse total en el parque nacional Northern Cascades en Washington (Estados Unidos). EFE/BILL INGALLS/NASA/CRÉDITO OBLIGATORIO/SÓLO USO EDITORIAL/PROHIBIDA SU VENTA

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Salem, Ore., Monday, Aug. 21, 2017. (AP Photo/Don Ryan)

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Así se veía el fenómeno desde Portland (Instagram/theledabunny).

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Más sombras del eclipse (Instagram/wandererstarot).

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El eclipse visto desde una ventana del aeropuerto (Instagram/tatjana_krizmanic_artist).

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Depoe Bay, Oregon. REUTERS/Mike Blake

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Solar Eclipse en Depoe Bay, Oregon. REUTERS/Mike Blake

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Spring City, Tenn. (Doug Strickland/Chattanooga Times Free Press via AP)

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Ross Lake, Northern Cascades National Park, en Washington. (Bill Ingalls/NASA via AP)

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Ross Lake, Northern Cascades National Park, Washington. Courtesy Bill Ingalls/NASA/Handout via REUTERS

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Salem, Oregon. (AP Photo/Don Ryan)

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South Mike Sedar Park, en Casper, Wyoming. (Photo by Justin Sullivan/Getty Images)

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Scottish Rite Cathedral en Indianapolis. (AP Photo/Michael Conroy)

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Stratosphere hotel and casino tower. Las Vegas. (AP Photo/John Locher)

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Bald Knob Cross of Peace Monday en Alto Pass, Ill. (AP Photo/Charles Rex Arbogast)

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Charity Hodson, Des Moines, Iowa. (AP Photo/Charlie Neibergall)

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Kailaboration, September 2017 - Chelsea Pool (Shower) of The Cosmopolitan @ Las Vegas, Nevada. Photos by Kai Sutton.

Nevele Grande Skating Rink | Town of Wawarsing, Ellenville, New York

After falling into disrepair, in May 2012, Nevele Investors LLC announced that the Nevele Grande Hotel would undergo a $500 million redevelopment to turn it into a resort and casino, subject to approval of state legislation to allow casino gaming. The 1966 tower and entrance lobby, ice skating rink, and golf course would be retained in the new complex. - Via: 1 | 2

Floodlights lighting the top of the new 102-story Empire State Building (Shreve, Lamb & Harmon, 1931) the night of May 4th, 1931, three days after of the building’s official dedication. The rich Art Deco architecture skyscrapers on foreground is the Bricker Casino and 1400 Broadway Building (Ely Jacaques Kahn, 1931). The old Metropolitan Life Tower (Napoleon Le Brun, 1909) are visible at right, background.

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Chapter 17: Turner

Disclaimer: The Starkillers Cycle contains strong language and graphic content. It is not intended for readers under age 18.

Turner hated StimKits, and he especially hated them when they were black market, hacked-together, pieces of outdated shit that shifty-eyed pawn dealers overcharged him for.
 
But his foot was a fuck-fest, his case was an even bigger fuck-fest, and now Mel…
 
“Fuckin’ Diwali of fuckin’ fests,” Turner snarled, the words gurgling through the StimKit mask. He and Colt sat beneath a jumbotron, their boots slowly sinking into the compacted trash. It was the same jumbotron Turner had watched Mel slip past only…shit—had that only been fifteen minutes ago?
 
“You know Mel,” Colt said. A statement, not a question.
 
“Knew,” Turner corrected. “A long time ago.”
 
When Turner had first spotted Mel, her turquoise hair glowing in the rain-filled haze, he’d thought only one thing: Turquoise still suits her.
 
A stupid sentiment—that’s what it had been—just like Turner had been a stupid fucking idiot. He was goddamned adult now, but the way his heart had been pounding, you’d have thought he was back at the academy, facing Mel on the mat.
 
After seeing her across the street, Turner had forced a sharp exhale and eased a hand from his jacket pocket. The Evangelist who’d bumped into Mel had still been shouting for her to repent, so Turner had tugged his jacket’s hood over his eyes and called up the IFD screen on his watch.
 
“Coordinates,” he’d murmured to his IFD, and a wild display of lines and intersections had popped up. A blinking dot a quarter mile east of Turner’s position had showed Colt heading farther east with each step.
 
But Turner hadn’t linked through to the com in Colt’s tracker. Nor had he set off after Mel or alerted his transport shuttle to get the second holding cell prepped.
 
Instead he’d said a single word: “Mem-flash.” Then he’d shoved into the flow of bodies and vehicles, aiming for the still-yelling evangelist. Halfway across the street, Turner stepped into something disgustingly squishy that he prayed wasn’t human shit before he finally pushed around a skeletal man with the enormous pupils of someone on embers.
 
Turner reached the wrinkly Evangelist.
 
“Repent!” the man cried, thrusting a pamph-LED at Turner. “The Tri-God will forgive!”
 
“So I’ve heard.” Turner lifted his IFD to the man’s face and tugged his hood completely over his eyes. “Unfortunately I won’t forgive, and I can’t have you blabbing about what you just saw. Sorry about this.”
 
“About wha—”
 
The IFD flashed—four pulses that Turner could just see even through closed eyes. Then he tipped up his hood and scrutinized the man in front of him.
 
The evangelist’s eyes shuttered several times, and the look on his face showed absolute confusion. A few passersby looked comparably as dazed, but they hadn’t been blasted by the full mem-flash. Only the last few seconds had been wiped from their minds—unlike this guy, who had lost a full five minutes. No memory of seeing Mel. Or of seeing Turner, for that matter.
 
Mem-flashes were some majorly contraband tech—the kind most people didn’t know existed. The kind only crime lords and special ops had access to…but that only crime lords could actually afford.
 
Turner had gotten his mem-flash off a fallen Cyrissian thug’s IFD. It’d had only four flashes left.
 
Now, there were just three.
 
Turner twisted toward the nearby alley, his lips settling into a grim line. Five minutes had been shaved off that religious bum’s memory. Turner should feel guilty about it.

But he didn’t.
 
That was how the Axis worked—claim or be claimed, slay or be slain—and having a conscience just got in the way of progress.
 
It had taken Turner too long to figure that out, and he’d lost everything because of it. His parents. His brother. Mel…
 
Leaving behind the confused Evangelist, Turner had ducked into the space between shops. “Coordinates,“ he’d murmured, stepping lightly down the darkened alley. The map had glowed once more, showing a body sleeping against the left wall. Or maybe it was a corpse. Either way, it wasn’t Turner’s problem.
 
He hurried onward, glancing at the IFD as he went. Colt was on the move nearby and heading in the same direction as Turner. In fact, they’d converge in four blocks.
 
As Turner slipped out of the alley and into another street crushed with bodies and booming with jumbotrons, he allowed a smile to tug at his lips. Colt Maddox was good at this tracking stuff—Turner had made a wise selection.
 
For all that Colt had his strange crush on Daphne Green—something Turner saw all the time with a certain wholesome type of inmate who needed to fixate on the good in order to survive the bad—Maddox would find Mel exactly as ordered. In fact, as Turner had hoped, Colt would reach Mel first. He’d warn her and probably find out what had happened to Daphne…and then Turner would step in and play bad cop.
 
Or that had been the plan.
 
But, as things tended to go down when caught in Melnara Pamouk’s orbit, nothing had followed the plan.

And now, Turner had a fucking crater in his foot, a bootlegged StimKit to his nose, and a P.G.E. commercial blasting on the jumbotron overhead.
 
Goddammit.
 
Colt cleared his throat, dragging Turner’s unwilling mind back into the present. The convict’s expression was stiff—bored, even—but his eyes were alert and rooted on the traffic humming by. “You work Mel’s case or something?” he asked.
 
“Yeah. Or something,” Turner said through the mask. He was such a fucking idiot. He’d thought this plan would work—just like he’d thought he’d be fine when he faced Mel. He’d thought all that stuff between them would be water under the galactic sluice, so to speak.
 
But when he’d seen her, crouching as she had and with blood and grime all over her face, and her eyes had met his…He’d gone right back to that godforsaken day six years ago. The helpless feeling that had consumed him for a year while he worked with Mel on the training mat and watched her self-destruct.
 
And then…thatmoment. The moment when Mel had crossed the mentor-student line and changed everything between them—changed everything about how he saw her and how he saw himself.
 
All those feelings had surged back and left him paralyzed.
 
Another surreptitious throat-clearing from Colt. “What now? As fun as this is, staying in one place is a bad idea.” His voice was almost inaudible, what with a news segment blasting overhead.
 
“Now,” Turner growled through the mask, “we find Daphne Greene. She’s the priority.”
 
Colt’s posture seemed to melt ever so slightly. Relief, maybe, that they were finally going after the girl he was worried about.
 
Turner was worried about Daphne too, but she also had this uncanny knack for survival. A way of blending into the background and strategizing her way out of corners that Mel didn’t have.
 
For all her toughness, Mel was a goddamned beacon for attention. Danger swarmed her like flies to a corpse, and—
 
“Another revolt on the fringe,” blurted the jumbotron’s newscaster, shattering Turner’s thoughts. "The Federation is warning travelers to avoid the Delira Belt until the violence has been controlled.”

Turner dropped the StimKit mask and limped two steps forward, neck craning to get a good look at the retina-burning screen overhead. Healing chemicals sparked in his veins while lemon keened in his nostrils, briefly brighter than the stench of this shit-hole planet.
 
“This latest rebellion against Federation rule,” said the blond anchorwoman, “marks the sixteenth this month. Destroyers have been deployed across the Axis to maintain peace.”
 
The screen cut to a computer mock-up of a standard Destroyer mech suit. It looked so clean—so safe—spinning there like a robotic doll. The media never showed a man beside the suit for scale; they never showed how a single mechanical boot could flatten an entire family in their home.
 
The image cut again, this time to footage of a grinning soldier. A familiar soldier that made Turner’s teeth grind.
 
Harrison was in his dress uniform, whispering into some pink-haired bimbo’s ear—as if this was how all soldiers spent their free time.
 
It was just one more shiny lie about who—or what—a Destroyer really was.
 
Turner’s breath hissed out, and he barely heard the newscaster say, “Harrison Hahn, pilot of Shiva the Destroyer, has been sent in to defend the Federation.”
 
Defend. Right. More like slaughter the innocent. How many of these death-runs had Harrison been on now? If Turner’s soul had blackened to ash after only six “Federation Peace Maneuvers,” then what could possibly be left of Harrison’s?
 
“He looks like you,” Colt said. “You related?”
 
“Nope,” Turner lied, cutting a glance at Colt’s rain-misted profile. The scarred man looked a bit less terrifying when softened by neon lights. “You know anything about getting into the Altheron, Maddox?”
 
“I know that’s what doors are for.”
 
“Hilarious,” Turner countered drily. The news had moved on to the grav-ball game—thank the fucking stars. It was bad enough thinking of Mel right now; Turner didn’t need his little brother in the mix too.
 
“I need to get into the VIP levels, Maddox.” Turner flashed his eyebrows meaningfully. “Can you get me in there? That’s where Daphne’s boyfriend will be.”
 
A hint of a smile, a flash of teeth, and all of the softness erased from Colt’s face. “Yeah,” he drawled, eyes flicking toward the towering casinos overhead. “I can definitely get us in. The question is, Suit, whether you can get us back out again.”

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Tower of Pizza. Las Vegas Strip, 1965-84. Referenced in the film Casino as the fictional Leaning Tower Restaurant. Tower was owned by Jasper Speciale, who ran an illegal bookmaking and loan-sharking operation out of the restaurant. 1968 photo, from Las Vegas Studio: Images from the Archives of Robert Venturi & Denise Scott Brown.

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Balmain - shoegazerx - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Casino Royale - Fandom, Basic Instinct 2
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: LeChiffre (Casino Royale) x Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2)
Characters: Le Chiffre (Casino Royale), Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2)
Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Light Bondage
Series: Part 2 of Diamonds, Fur Coat, Champagne
Summary:

In which a particular luxury item elicits bad behavior.


Get yo Royale Instinct boys and girls, hot off the press!!

God’s work knows no rest.

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Tommy Hilfiger - shoegazerx - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Casino Royale - Fandom, Basic Instinct 2
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: LeChiffre (Casino Royale) x Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2)
Characters: Adam Towers, LeChiffre
Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Rimming
Series: Part 4 of Diamonds, Fur Coat, Champagne
Summary:

In which a particular luxury item disrupts prior engagements.


Here’s your Wednesday porn, guys!
Fun drinking game: take a shot every time I : drop names, throw references, am fucking shady.