Okay. Hmm. Where do I start?
First, let me admit something. I may or may not have a slight, perhaps illogical, prejudice against people who moved to Las Vegas after the building boom.
The author was obviously intrigued by post-boom Las Vegas, lured by themed slot machines and upscale casino clubs. Ah, Sin City, am I right? I guess you can't help but sin if you live here. Or visit here. ("And there's a gentleman's club!" I helpfully pointed out to a relative who visited recently for the first time, as we passed it on the freeway.)
Anyway, the author's sins include, but are not limited to:
1. A high school art teacher swearing a class to secrecy so he can allow nude figure drawings. Uh, no, dude. (Yes, he eventually gets fired for this, but that is a SERIOUS infraction.)
2. Centennial High School originally built to be a prison. And outraged citizens protesting it because it was too close to their homes. In what fucking universe? We already have prisons OUTSIDE of Las Vegas (I know, I went on a field trip to Indian Springs once). I've heard but can't confirm that high schools here, and certain middle schools built in circular clusters, were designed after prisons, so maybe the author was misinformed? Or he's just trying to be edgy?
3. Generalization of "...the waterslide at Wet 'n Wild." FAIL. I still know all the names of those slides. (Okay, fine, except that one with the mats.)
4. Teenagers (15, 16) checking into suites at Bally's to watch the fireworks over the Strip. Okay, first of all, locals don't even go to the Strip if we can help it. Second of all, the Strip is probably the worst place to view the fireworks being shot off over the Strip. Third of all, teenagers checking into hotel rooms on the Strip? Maybe on Prom night, I guess?
5. Writing "I-15" or "I-215." It's just the 15 and the 215. Apparently this is a marked way of speaking. (Also, no one cares about the 93. It's just the 95.)
6. BLATANT disregard for basic Las Vegas geography. Pretty much every time the author mentioned street names, there was no need for it. Also, he was wrong A LOT. At one point the main character was driving west on Summerlin Parkway passing the Stratosphere. Um, what? Another time he was driving aimlessly around town, taking Maryland to Boulder Highway, passing the Hard Rock, turning at Sahara, which took him to Paradise and then the Strip. Okay ... no. Even when the street names and driving directions weren't much of an issue, the way these characters navigated town made absolutely no sense.
Those were my major issues, and they detracted from my enjoyment of the book in a major way. But people with no knowledge of Las Vegas whatsoever might enjoy this book, if they don't mind a gross teenage prostitution plot operating out of a suite in a fictional hotel, or unlikeable characters who have no moral compass and don't know any words over two syllables.
(It's only fair to mention that sometimes the author did a good job capturing the main character's ennui and disdain for Las Vegas, which I could really relate to. The end.)
So ... yeah. If that's your thing, have at it! But keep in mind, the prostitutes here are most likely not fake-boobed teenage girls, but crackheads who might call you "motherfucker" and demand a ride on a hot day if your window is down and you're idling somewhere downtown on your lunch break (true story).