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Heartbreak in the Neon Glow: My Tragedy and Las Vegas’s Fading Allure

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When I saw this story about the drop in Las Vegas tourism, I was not the least bit surprised. It is my least favorite place on Earth and I hope to never return there. 

My reasons for hating Las Vegas are unlike most. In June 2002, I was headed to Vegas for a high school friend’s bachelorette party. As a single mom to a two-year-old, I was already uneasy about leaving him. Though I knew he’d be safe with my parents, a sinking feeling haunted me all day. Around 1:00 p.m., my green kitchen wall phone—back when those were still common—rang. It was my mom, delivering devastating news: my cousin, her husband, and their young son had been in a car accident just outside Las Vegas on their way home to California. My cousin, who was pregnant, died along with her unborn baby and her son. It was the most heartbreaking moment of my life.My mom managed to book a flight for us to Las Vegas, transforming my trip from a celebration to a somber journey to visit relatives in the hospital and say goodbye before they were taken off life support. When we stepped off the plane, the city’s flashing lights and relentless sounds felt like an assault, overwhelming our fragile emotions. In that moment, I vowed never to return. It seems I’m not alone—other tourists are starting to share a similar distaste for the city.

I believe this holds some truth. People are growing weary of the world feeling dark and unkind. There’s a noticeable shift toward embracing family values and renewing devotion to God.

Many believe Las Vegas has grown too arrogant, exploiting consumers with inflated prices. Once an affordable escape, tourists no longer view it as such.

Others argue that Las Vegas has failed to keep pace with changing times. Younger generations are turned off by the outdated games, excessive debauchery, and smoky atmosphere. Whatever the reasons, Las Vegas stands at a crossroads and must adapt swiftly to avoid financial collapse.

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