The genius of the Bellagio is allowing ANY Vegas street trash to walk around the property and feel as though that they “could get used to this.”  Think about it, never before in the history of human social casting has the commonfolk been granted such open access through the doors of privilege.  Too bad the only people spending money at this property are the Italian fashion clad, small-dicked, wealthy minorities (from New York or Asia) who couldn’t fathom playing anywhere else that would be “below them.” 
SIDENOTE:  The poker room in the Bellagio is hysterical because of the 24 year old private school graduates making $50K/year, who have plenty of time at their Washington DC consultancy positions to “get nasty” at PartyPoker.  So, they sit like “soldiers” with their aviator sunglasses, I-Pod (Pearl Jam’s Ten), forward fitted baseball cap and are ready to “go all in,” because “that’s how they roll.”