The Circus-Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing on Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This is the Sixth Reich. The ground floor is full of gambling tables, like all other casinos...but the place is about four stories high, in the style of a circus tent, and all mannor of strange County-Fair/Polish Carnival madness is going on up in this space. Right above your the gambling tables the Forty Flying Carazito Brothers are doing a high-wire trapeze act, along with four muzzled Wolverines and the Six Nymphet Sisters from San Diego...so your down on the main floor playing blackjack, and the stakes are getting high when suddenly you chance to look up, and there, right smack above your head is a half-naked fourteen-year-old girl being chased through the air by a snarling wolerine, which is suddenly locked into a death battle by two silver-painted Polacks who come swinging down from opposite balconies and meet in mid-air on the wolerines neck...both Polacks seize the animal as they fall straight down towards the crap tables- but they bounce off the net; they separate and spring back up towards the roof in three different directions and just as they're about to fall again they are grabbed out of the air by three Korean Kittens and trapezed off to one of the balconies.