The Pillars of Peckers

   The Cirque du Soleil, as mentioned much earlier, will be back in France where they belong when the New Las Vegas comes into existence. Their personnel, however, some of them, or people just like them, will remain behind, if they have any sense, so that they can live more productive, far less strenuous lives entertaining the New Las Vegas visitors, by doing things a lot more enjoyable than crawling around like pensive, wary lizards while wearing skin tight unbreathable costumes for hours at a time night after night for years until, at the first sign of weight gain or physical weakness, they are suddenly replaced by a duplicate lizard impersonator without warning and without fanfare and with no difficulty in finding a replacement from the deep and bottomless circus-bench of European acrobats who could not conceive of any different way of life than to be in a European, depressing, god awful, blow my brains out right now, circus.
   Nope, in the New Las Vegas all you will be required to do, at least if you're female, will be - among a very select few other-varieties of simple tasks - to pretend to be suffering and in anguish upon the Pillars of Peckers. That probably won't be their final nomenclature of course, but I think between the two of us we can take a few liberties in the interest of clarity and getting to the point.
   The Pillar of Peckers will be small towers of columns or man made stalagmites with writhing, coiling, enveloping, gripping, oozing, pulsating, squirting latex penises which - in the manner of Japanese Tentacle Porn - which is a bonifide variety over there, God bless 'em and their little fucking-obsessed brains, which tells me that being nuked is good for you - that our struggling hapless naked hot 18-30 year old victims have to contend with, much to their sad sad agony.
   Parenthetically, though not depicted here, a variation of the pillar of peckers will be the mainstay of the gymnasium areas of the various hotels, specifically the climbing wall, which will not have epoxy and resin and acrylic and plastic hand and foot holds of oddly-shaped amorphous blobs sticking to the climbing wall, but rather steel, flesh-colored erect human boner replicas of various sizes and lengths. Climbing shorts will be small and with leg openings larger than necessary with a no-underwear-worn policy so that strangers can stand below and look up at the climbers' occasionally revealed gonads. It's all merely a perk to promote good health, the prurient aspects being merely……Ok, actually the prurient aspects are the main whole point, I admit it. You caught me.