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Paris, in Nevada

donantoine

Published: Jul 1, 2009

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The Eiffel Tower to the Paris Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. The one interesting part here, is the 2 legs of the tower you can't see, continue to the floor inside the casino area. Photo taken June 23, 2009.

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willfuldesertrose

Sep 8, 2011

Love your pictures of my city. *Soft smile* Looks like you had an enjoyable time here. Did you?

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