Out here, things are not so crowded, wide swathes of land untouched by much but the tracks of ATV's that have ridden circles in the ground. Houses are spread out, pools in back yards, tumbleweed crossing. Behind a treeline designed to muffle sound is a grading field, rocks trucked in to be sorted and ground up, before being carted off. In the dust of this part of town, like off of a television set sits a diner, with a few cars almost always in it's parking lot. Pearlies an institution as old as Vegas itself and a watering hole for the locals.



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