It’s a Living / Es Una Vida

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IN ADDITION TO all the new construction in Las Vegas over the past 10 years, we noticed some new street “performers.” The first were the “showgirls,” easily identified by the feather plumes sprouting from their backs or heads. They weren’t actual showgirls, but they’d pose for pictures — for a price. Usually about $10. I saw two women dressed as S&M cops. They’d spank you if you wanted. Again, $10. More if you’re nasty.

When I headed off on my own to ride the High Roller (click here), I missed something I might have enjoyed. San Geraldo said four pumped up bodybuilders were strutting The Strip in nothing but sneakers and lycra pants.

And, while riding the High Roller, my car mates, a very cool Canadian couple, told me about a man on Fremont Street in Downtown Las Vegas who charged $40 for people to kick him in the scrotum (“Kick Me In The Nuts” read the sign). He made $160 in the 10 minutes they waited for a taxi Saturday night. We agreed that the people who would kick him in an attempt to cause pain are even worse than the guy who decided to make a living this way. The Canadians told me the sun had only just set, but Fremont Street was already beginning to feel seedy, rowdy, and unsafe. I’m sorry I missed the musclemen in lycra. I’m not sorry I missed the nutcases.

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ADEMÁS DE TODAS las nuevas construcciones en Las Vegas en los últimos 10 años, notamos algunos nuevos “artistas” callejeros. Los primeros fueron las showgirls, fácilmente identificables por las plumas que brotaban de sus espaldas o cabezas. No eran realmente showgirls, pero posaban para fotos, por un precio. Por lo general alrededor de $10. Vi a dos mujeres vestidas como policías del sadomasoquismo. Te azotarían si quisieras. De nuevo, $10. Más si eres una canalla.

Cuando me dirigí por mi cuenta para montar el High Roller (haz clic aquí), me perdí algo que podría haber disfrutado. San Geraldo dijo que cuatro fisicoculturistas estaban bombeando The Strip en nada más que zapatillas y pantalones de lycra.

Y, mientras montaba en el High Roller, mis compañeros de coche, una pareja canadiense muy guay, me contaron sobre un hombre en el centro de Las Vegas en Fremont Street, que cobró $40 por las personas que lo patearon en el escroto (“Patéame En Las Nueces” decía el cartel). Él gano $160 en los 10 minutos que esperaron un taxi la noche del sábado. Estuvimos de acuerdo que las personas que lo patearían en un intento por causar dolor son peores que el hombre que decidió ganarse la vida de esta manera. Los canadienses me dijeron que el sol acababa de ponerse, pero la calle Fremont ya estaba empezando a sentirse sórdida, ruidosa e insegura. Lamento haber extrañado a los musculosos en lycra. No lamento haber perdido los locos (mas apropiado en inglés: “cajas de nueces”).

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

28 thoughts on “It’s a Living / Es Una Vida”

  1. I believe that ‘nut’ fella was on ‘America’s Got Talent’ last year. There he was letting random people kick him!! Yep, strange people out there!!

    1. Kirk:
      The Strip still has a touristy feel (except when the obnoxious partiers get going) but I was told that Downton, despite its best efforts to up its game, still feels unsafe after dark.

    1. Kathleen:
      Nope. No protection and he does have all his parts; he’ll show you if you don’t believe him.

    1. Debra:
      I wonder what is going on with him physiologically that enables him to do it. He saids it’s mind over matter, but I’m not buying it. Anyway, I think the people who get their jollies kicking someone as hard as they can are not people I want to know.

    1. Bob:
      Yeah, Jerry needs to be trained. He’s even got an iPhone and could snap some good pictures… but he’d have to be taught how to do it… again! (“Oh, look, my phone has a camera!”)

    1. Jennifer:
      THAT is a brilliant idea…. or maybe stitch a Donald Trump face onto the crotch of his pants.

  2. Oh dear ersatz showgirls in a town that once had some of the most beautiful and talented dancers/showgirls in the world. I remember chatting with one of the danseures nues from the old Lido show one night and she told me how they managed to manoeuvre those staircases in stilettos while balancing 35 lbs of feathers, paste jewels and sequins on their head. Damn those girls had talent! And I wouldn’t want anyone of them to kick me in the family (non-paste) jewels with those pointed shoes….

      1. Willym:
        I didn’t see any showgirls doing any nut kicking… only high kicks. So your staircase is a Bellagio escalator? Classy! I especially like the two “showgirls” heading into the pharmacy.

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