More than one Elvis. Another glorious truck stop but alas this one had pizzazz.  Colorful blankets, the ones you see for sale off the freeway or on your Latina girlfriend’s bed. I turned the corner and saw the King.  I was very young when my  father worked in Las Vegas. And for a time, my mom  with kids in tow, would  make the trip to go hang out. The Hilton was his home and before Cher or Madonna it was all ELVIS on the marquee. And to this day he has staying power. When you read or hear the dozens of interviews of people who worked or cared for him,  it is usually nice.  So its no surprise I want to sleep with the King.  Once for  $19.99 or twice for $35.00

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