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Bikini Bull Riding is Dead

        The Frontier Casino and Hotel is gone. At night, a desert back whole fills the space where it once sat, the only remnant is the sign. Big, gaudy, it stands as a grave stone to the second casino and hotel that broke away from downtown Las Vegas, establishing what now has become The Strip. It hosted the first Vegas appearance of Elvis, and Diana Ross and the Supremes.
        “It was a sad day when that thing closed.” Our cab driver was taking us to the older hotels that originally established Vegas as a gambling town. “It was the end of an era.”
        “Vegas just isn’t as tawdry as it used to be,” Tony said.
        “Nowhere is town can you witness bikini bull riding or mud wrestling anymore.”
        “Seriously?” I asked. “They had mud wrestling?”
        “You bet. No where can you see that kind of entertainment.”
        “That’s a shame.”
        “I once had a women in my cab. From Connecticut. She says, ‘I’ve never seen a bull wear a bikini. At first I thought she was joking, so I said, ‘Oh, yeah.’ And she says, ‘Must have to be an awful big bikini.’ I couldn’t believe she was serious. And she wasn’t even a blonde.”