Episode 95

Beneath the sun that bleeds the desert dry, Nevada’s heart, where fortunes rise and die. From dust and dreams, the casinos gleam, A mirage etched in a neon dream.

The Silver State, a gambler’s creed, Where hope’s a coin, and futures bleed. From Golden Nugget’s amber glow, To Bellagio’s tears, a mournful flow.

The Flamingo’s laughter, echoes spun, A phantom show, forever run. The Sands’ lost stage, a silent plea, For legends past, eternally.