As with many iconic, tourist-intensive places in the world, common knowledge about Las Vegas tends to crystallize around a handful of nicknames and fixed adages. “Sin City.” “America’s Playground.” “Lost Wages.” These snippets of coagulated wisdom mostly serve as experiential guidance for travelers; they provide them with reassurance that they are enjoying the city exactly as it’s meant to be enjoyed, that they are not missing out on some crucial part of their expensive holiday fun. The most famous of these is naturally “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” a real crowd favorite despite truistic logic and, at the same time, complete inaccuracy (Las Vegas being a contender for most Instagrammed, Snapchatted, tweeted, and otherwise recorded location worldwide). What it promises is the mirage of a life away from one’s daily, boring self, an escape into an avatar whose actions, no matter how outlandish, and alcohol-fueled, and adulterous, are reliably and permanently consequence-free. It is an invite: come to Vegas, leave yourself at home.