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|1||Found in a guest room in the south-east end of Vault 21.|
|2||Found in a guest room in the south-east end of Vault 21.|
|3||In Vault 21 in the guest room just west of the inaccessible door to the south.|
|4||Inside the Las Vegas Boulevard Station, on the ground to the left of the Mojave Express dropbox, next to letter #5|
|5||Inside the Las Vegas Boulevard Station, next to letter #4|
|6||In 13th floor The Tops. The first room to the left.|
|7||In a red rubble building directly east of the Monte Carlo Suites, a dead gambler with a .357 Magnum has the letter.|
|8||On a desk just inside the Las Vegas Boulevard Station|
|9||On a mess hall table in the NCR Embassy.|
|10||In the NCR Military Police HQ in the jail room.|
|11||On a table in the north east corner of the NCR Embassy.|
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I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that I didn't lose all my money on the 'silly gambling games' as you call them. The bad news is that I lost all my money on one of the girls at Gomorrah. You would have liked her though, she was a real classy lady. Well since there's nothing left for me here and I'm all out of caps, I'll be heading home soon.
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All my years of hard work have finally paid off. I hit the jackpot last night over at The Tops! I'll have to use a lot of the money to pay off some of the debts I've accrued over the years, but there is plenty left over to live well for the rest of our lives. I told you it'd happen!
See you soon!
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Those gangsters at the Tops cheated me. I know it, they're cheats and liars and thieves, their games are rigged. I've lost every last cap, every NCR bill I had left. Those slot machines, you can never win. They're programmed to just make you lose lose lose. Their cards are marked so their dealers can cheat you, I promise you this. Invisible ink or something. And their roulette tables? Please, what a joke. The ball must be magnetic, and they can tell it to land wherever they want. The people that do win there are plants, employees. There's no way I could have lost like that unless they were cheating, no way. No way.
Those fancy suits can't buy them class, they're just a bunch of damn con men. They've taken everything from me. I have nothing left. Nothing...
What am I going to do? I was supposed to win big here, this is where dreams happen. People told me I could make a fortune here, I just had to have the caps, and I could win myself a new future, now it's all gone, all gone...
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Dear Bravo Company,
Being transferred to the NCR Embassy on the Strip has been the greatest thing that has happened to me since joining the NCR. It's a pretty easy gig watching the troopers during the day and making sure they don't get in trouble and then we get to spend our free time hanging out at the bars and clubs, getting drunk and partying.
Wish you were here.
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To: Private Humphreys
This has been the best 3-day pass yet, I learned my lesson early and ditched the casinos for the girls at Gomorrah. Now that is money well spent. You can't get that kind of service at Camp Golf.
Going to sleep now while it's daylight and head back out to Gomorrah tonight for one last hurrah.
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To: Private Jackson
This is the last time I take your advice. I went to the bar at Gomorrah, like you said. I got piss drunk, kicked out after getting too friendly with the dancers, fell into the gutter and puked all over myself before being picked up by some MP's.
Next thing I know I'm waking up in the drunk tank two days later. Thanks for wasting my pass, jerk.