RIBBONS

RIBBONS

What if some of the people who do those crap jobs in Las Vegas are actually angels … or demons … or something in between? 

The maid. The blackjack dealer. Like anybody stuck in a dead-end job, they’re bitter, short-tempered and sick of your s**t. 

They watch. 

They read our trash like an oracle reads the entrails of a crow: discarded plastic cocktail cups, used condoms, soiled…

RIBBONS



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