"The mass of the rich and the poor are differentiated by their incomes and nothing else, and the average millionaire is only the average dishwasher dressed in a new suit."
β Down and Out in Paris and London
Beneath the monumental tires of the gigantic limo, the husky, brown scorpion β sunning itself adjacent The Palms Hotel β popped like kerneled corn on a cherry-red skillet. The Bart Braverman 5000 was a leviathan, capable of crushing God!
Responsible for a new zip code, this mobile monolith was a city on wheels. A ciudad within a ciudad, the Bart Braverman floated fluidly through backstreets comprising the scoliosis-ridden spine of Sin City.
The moving monster was a portable pump pad β one deranged dude's dream. Clueless caballeros parted with a week's worth of what slavery β i.e. "employment" β provided, in order to obtain the prurient pleasures occurring for free within the Bart Braverman 5000.
Blowjobs, handjobs and good old-fashioned, puritanical butt lickin' were staples on the regularly rotating menu inside this stretch limo.
The above became reality, all thanks to one resourceful bastard's campaign to circumvent vagrancy.
" 'I'm livin' in a shower, now.'
'A shower?'
'Yeah, it's nice. Real glass sliding doors.' "
β Hot Water Music
Lorenzo was on a crusade. Within this prison disguised as a free society, staving off vagabondage had become a full time gig. Stories of years spent in cardboard condos were common. Everybody had a tortured tale to tell, when it came to food stamps, homeless shelters, and welfare.
"Hunger reduces one to an utterly spineless, brainless condition, more like the after-effects of influenza than anything else. It is as though one had been turned into a jellyfish, or as though all one's blood had been pumped out and lukewarm water substituted."
β Down and Out in Paris and London
Having been in Vegas eight months, Lorenzo had discovered no success in securing subjugation; i.e. "work." Thus, he was unable to pay rent. As such, he'd been denied from leasing an apartment.
"You can't live off your soul. You can't pay the rent with your soul. Try it sometime."
β Hot Water Music
Arriving in Sin City, Lorenzo's previous vehicle β composed of so many parts, it was no longer the car that rolled off the assembly line β refused to be.
Eager to survive, the resolute man manipulated a string of penny slots at Boulder Station, and created a $1,000 buffer between him and a concrete mattress. Enthusiastic to sidestep meals served piping tepid in the soup kitchen, he'd spent his booty on a rigorously abused stretch limo with 473,000 merciless miles under its hood.