Trump Taj Mahal Casino (Part 2) 🎵

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At a boardwalk bench, where we had to avoid being attacked by a flock of seagulls that were adjacent to where we sat, we saw many sights, but one significant sight caught Cleetus's eye while we were watching the diversity pass by:
A psychic reader!

She said, My name is Luna Snow and I claim to know your family tree; the past, present, and what is to be.
But I’m still as fake as psychic hotlines that use caller I.D.
We psychics must fake it until we make it.
What is said in Vegas stays in Vegas.
With my naked eye, I can look into my crystal ball and tell you what I saw.
If you’re still like the pharaoh who hardened his heart, I’ll reed my Tarot cards.
Like a gypsy psychic with a mole on her chin, I must earn your trust and win it.
Like a kid in a candy shop, there is another sucker born every minute!

When the psychic was done speaking, Cletus felt ashamed when he saw a neon sign in a psychic’s windowpane, as he was reminded of his sister, who thinks that she is a psychic and isn’t in a right state of mind!

Cletus said, If I came to see a psychic holding a crystal ball, and she had to ask me for my name after I came through her front door, the smart thing to do, before the next thing was that I became a man who was poor, would be to withhold my name, keeping my name untold!