Stepping onto the electric Las Vegas Strip, I felt a buzz that wasn't just from the thrumming energy. My mission was simple: to delve into the uncharted territories of magic mushrooms and experience the city through a distorted lens. My guide, a enigmatic character known only as "The Alchemist," led me to a hidden haven in the desert just outside

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