In the good old days, I travelled to Horton when in Kansas on business.
One evening, I was minding my own business (o.k., so I was harvesting roulettes), when a very large man with a braided ponytail grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. I had left about $50 on the roulette table and was told I could not re-enter to claim it.
They accused me of stealing their roulette chips and told me if I ever came back, they would have me arrested for stealing casino property.
I bid them good day and have never returned. That was about 2-3 years ago I think.
Ah, the good old days.
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