The Girls Of Las Vegas

The girls of Las Vegasfor the beauties who bloom in that neon-and-baize oasis, it's a hectic night's journey into dayMidnight. The witching hour. When the gates of the churches creak and the tombstones topple over. When the full moon scowls like a one-eyed cat and bad girls who aren't in bed turn into chambermaids at the Holiday Inn. And their cars into summer squashes.But not the girls of Las Vegas. At midnight, the Strip is so radiant in its 10,000,000 watts that a girl could study the fine pr...