An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
I love old advertising. This fine establishment was probably torn down and replaced with a fucking Starbucks or something else useless and generic.
Not so much (thankfully) in Vegas. Lots of old signs and advertising still abounds. And if they do tear something down, it goes to the Neon Boneyard - remember that pic I took of the giant girl's head that I had up long ago on Myspace? Ahhh, the Neon Boneyard.
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