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When good Americans die, they go to Paris.

I can only assume that when Oscar Wilde said “good Americans” go to Paris when they die, he didn’t ever envision Paris as part of Las Vegas.  Having spent a few days in Vegas this week I can safely say that I encountered a lot more French people in Vegas than I did almost any other nationality.  Now, being a Canadian myself, I think some of them were from Quebec, but I heard more French in Vegas than I did in Monaco last spring.  Vegas may be the most international American city.

Maybe when good French men and women die, they go to Paris, Las Vegas.

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