GerS
Love Reno. Everytime I go to Reno and then leave Reno I feel better about myself. I don’t even mean that as a slight. I genuinely enjoy the place. Vegas can go do one. I don’t need bottle service or fancy clubs. Let me gamble away with sunglasses on whilst getting hammered in a place that stinks like cigarettes and regret like a complete and total degenerate. Before going home to my 99$ room with a hot tub in it. It’s frankly heaven.
