Nevadans seem to delight in reading something that may offend or annoy.
Twenty-three years ago I was on an inbound flight to Las Vegas, reading a copy of Fear and Loathing in LV. The guy next to me noticed the cover and demanded to know what it was about, so I handed over the book, with a brief rejoinder about it being the archetypal example of Gonzo journalism. As he skimmed through it I noticed his expression change from mildly perplexed to decidedly irritated and his face start to mottle red. Grunts of apparent disapproval followed by a 'is this guy for real?' came from my fellow passenger. Fortunately we were landing so we never got the opportunity to expand on the topic. It was a vaguely Thompsonesque moment all of itself.
Amusing city, though I hear it's become a lot more 'family friendly' in the intervening years. Almost got married there but that's another story.