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What price friendship? “He says he spends more than $100,000 a year on cabanas, food and alcohol for him and his guests”

In a dreadfully serious soft-core porn piece on the mission-blending of swimming pools and ultra-lounges at Las Vegas casino-resort-hotels, the New York Times coughs up this Gilded Age morality play:

Rainmaking aside, how expensive can it get for high-end customers seeking a raucous Sunday afternoon? Randy Lund, a C.P.A. who works as a branch manager for mortgage broker Meridias Capital, has been going to Rehab since Day 1. He says he spends more than $100,000 a year on cabanas, food and alcohol for him and his guests. Yet as much as Rehab is about recreation for Mr. Lund, it is also about business.

“I bring Realtors and clients and they love it at Rehab,” says Mr. Lund, trim, shirtless and wearing board shorts. “I met a guy here who was a friend of a friend, I invited him to hang out with us in my cabana, and I bought him a few drinks. He turned out to be a multimillionaire who owns shopping centers and a jet. Now he’s a mentor to me, and we’re in the process of developing our own shopping center here in Vegas.”

When you’re writing your mortgage check next week, do pause to reflect that your money is going to worthy purposes.

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