America’s legendary city of 24/7 hedonism, two-fisted debauchery and bacchanalian revelry floodlit by blinding neon, Las Vegas more than lives up to its tarty reputation. Whether you’re channeling the singsong burbles of the slot machines or sweating down a stack of $500 blackjack chips, the cavernous hotel casinos have got your number.

A schizophrenic metropolis catering to the unruffled high roller, the hyperventilating conventioneer and everyone in between, Sin City aims to infatuate, and its reaches are all-inclusive. Hollywood bigwigs gyrate at A-list ultralounges, while elderly grandparents from Nowheresville whoop it up at the Elvis commemorative penny slots. You can sip designer martinis as you sample the apex of world-class cuisine, or wallow in a trough of deep-fried Oreo cookies washed down with gulps from a three-foot-high cocktail. Everyone finds their niche and thrills to the ride.