text: Pimperial Phallus\n\nGot stuck with this joint after putting a bid in for a 3 star hotel in the center of the strip on Hotwire. Where to start? Parking here is horrible. The casino floor has got to be the saddest casino floor on the strip. The \"dealertainers\" looked burnt out. There was a woman dealer with jerry curls, a glove on one hand, and would scream out , \"heee heeee!\" everytime she busted. Which star is she supposed to be I thought to myself. I later woke up in the middle of the night with a eureka moment figuring out that she was Micheal Jackson.\n\nThe Friday evening check-in was horrible. We waited in line for 40 minutes to check-in. We got stuck with one bed since we booked through Hotwire. Our room was dingy. The shower drain was backed up. Did not bother to check out any of the food places. The feng-shui is just off. Do yourself a favor...pay a little more and stay away from the Pimperial Phallus.