Whale Hunt in the Desert: Secrets of a Vegas Superhost
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Whale Hunt in the Desert divulges the unbridled lengths to which casinos go to bag the world s biggest gamblers--the whales. This definitive exposé reveals the shrouded world of ultra-high rollers and the Faustian pacts they forge with their hosts, the casino representatives whose job it is to part them from their fortunes. Private jets, penthouses, personal chefs, show-up money, rebates on losses, and the most beautiful women on Earth--nothing is too excessive. Whale Hunt in the Desert is the only book ever to examine the lifestyles and motivations of this rarest of breeds, as well as the highly guarded inner workings of the most money-oriented culture known to man.
to rep lo these many years. Steve Cyr has always been a Hard Rock kind of guy. He’s hung out there since it opened, just down the street from the Hilton, in 1995. He took his Hilton players to party there when it was taboo to host them at a competing property. He even cut deals for them, such as when Jeff Armstrong opened at the Joint for the Fabulous Thunderbirds. And that’s where he met his girlfriend-turned-wife Tanya, when she was a bartender there. He’s still an independent rep, but he has
cash-host idea, he also figured Cyr wouldn’t wait for permission anyway. And sure enough, it wasn’t long before he made his move. One night, he cut into a crap game as if he’d done it a thousand times before and said, “Hey, I’ll comp his dinner.” The floorman was grateful and the player was grateful and what the pit boss didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Now the marketing department, rather than operations, was hosting a fish—as it should be. And he was Steve Cyr’s fish. But the marketing bosses
monumental failures in the history of civilization. It would never be started. It would never be completed. It would never open. It would never turn a profit. But Wynn and his team knew what they were doing. They designed a magnificent property, even by today’s inflated standards. They offered a whole new product in terms of theme, spectacle, entertainment, and luxury—the gamut of which has come to epitomize the New Las Vegas. The Mirage hired and trained the best employees in the business and
service, no matter what uniform the server happens to be wearing. An additional complication. The high-stakes pro walks a fine line between maintaining the image of an ordinary millionaire sucker and protecting his edge; thus, he has to seriously consider the difference in tokes extended to a room-service waiter and a bona fide butler. Gratuities for the occasional room-service bill (even at a generous 15% on the inflated prices) usually won’t come near the size of a tip for a butler who’s
and then some, and Caesars second-quarter earnings rose with the tide. In 1995, he showed up at the MGM Grand in the wee hours one morning, asking that an entire blackjack pit be cleared of players. He went from table to table, betting six hands at $75,000 a hand. (A $75,000 bet for someone worth $5 billion might equate with a 75¢ bet for someone who earns $50,000. Years ago, several “Packer Watch” Web sites had a meter that calculated how long it took him to earn your yearly salary. The $50,000