The static hums—faint and restless. I reach for the dial, turn it ever so slightly, and watch the needle glide across invisible frequencies until a sound catches.
The signal sharpens. The noise fades. The distant percussion of a slot machine paying out—everything drenched in neon and nostalgia.
The frequency locks in… Vegas.
[Announcer Voice: Low, raspy, fast-talking baritone—slightly unhinged, like he’s three energy drinks into the night]
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