Fühlte / Felt Ist eingetroffen / Arrived Las Vegas Umarmt / Embraced Vegas
I hate Disneyland. It primes our kids for Las Vegas.
Las Vegas is the expression, in glitter and concrete, of America's brittle and mutating id.
When I arrived at Barcelona and saw Messi's face, and later Luis Suarez, I felt like it was a videogame.
I'm afraid they've left their legs at home.
Was on my last leg, I couldn't even borrow my friend's extra peg.
When you arrive in England for football it's a paradise.
Nobody realizes that Mormons were the first Americans to settle Las Vegas.
The tears I have cried over Germany have dried. I have washed my face.
His huff arrived and he departed in it.
