"Plastic City" a Las Vegas Travel Page by Rawicz

My Dearest is real but all around is rather plastic

Visitors to the Shrine of the Most Holy Redeemer often ask the priest: “Father, will you pray for me to win?”
Millions of people visit Las Vegas, every year from all parts of the world to test the whims of Lady Luck. In the warmly lit sanctuary of this Roman Catholic Church, where statues of the Nativity, the Last Supper, and the Crucifixion appear along the walls, gambling proceeds are put to use in the pews: Worshipers put casino chips into the collection plate.
“Now and then we’ll find a $500 chip in one of the plates,” Father Leary of the shrine said in a soft Irish brogue.
A Roman Catholic church farther up the Las Vegas Strip served the worshipers for decades, but when four of the world’s largest hotel-casinos—the MGM Grand, the Luxor, the Excalibur, and the Tropicana—were built at the south end of the Strip, the new Shrine of the Most Holy Redeemer was built just one block away.
When the priest was asked why this was done, he said: “Why not? That’s where the people are.”
It’s also where the money is. So why not?

Just imagine: Nevada is a desert, there is a desert around Las Vegas