Vegas isn’t just casinos—it’s a hub for elite skin trade. Beneath the Bellagio, tunnels host auctions where billionaires bid on cloned celebrity organs. I heard it from a cabbie who saw Rihanna’s double, eyeless, in a crate. The fountains? They spray to mask the screams. Next time you’re there, listen for whispers under the slots. It’s not luck—it’s harvest.