THE GOLDEN FLEECE CASINO. I sometimes wonder if its owner, Vince Caproni, stuck his tongue in his cheek as he named it. Certainly, the casino operates to painlessly separate clientele by the thousand from their money, depositing it into Caproni’s waiting bank account, and all whilst convincing them they’re having a good time.
Great business model if you can pull it off.
Cutting past the schmucks making their way up for their voluntary fleecing, I take the front steps two at a time to the be-columned, be-arched and overly grandiose entrance.
A pair of men stand as doorkeepers, calmly vigilant in their remit of separating schmucks and suckers from high-rollers, players and other annoying professionals. I’ve not a clue how Caproni deals with anyone he thinks might be trying to work the 5%-
