Las Vegas has fallen far from the golden days of Sinatra and Elvis

Las Vegas? Once hot as your newest lover.What happened to that and it and him disappeared with our copper pennies.Vegas formerly jammed old-timers as high as that elephant’s eye.

Now? Snoring.Boring.

Better you should hit Rockaway.Or big now are those Greek islands.Vegas still sees the occasional grandma wearing a hairnet and working the $1 slots.

Still the stripper or occasional wham! Slam! VIP biggie night.But like today’s drugstores and supermarkets, not the same.Like Ronald Reagan out West, my husband Joey Adams was president of East Coast union AGVA — American Guild of Variety Artists.

Small earners like Elvis, Sinatra.Comedian Joey was the favorite MC when superhot Zsa Zsa Gabor worked Vegas.

Oy, do I know Vegas.I lived there.

Repeat six-week bookings.Today its biggest attractions are prostitution, gambling and marijuana.Today there’s Macau and Monte Carlo, Atlantic City, Reno, Aruba, even uptown NYC.But before its remnants opened in junky towns, Vegas was its headlight.And there was Zsa Zsa.

She was Doing It with the maitre d’, walked onstage nightly holding his lone rose.I once walked in on them during a nice rainy afternoon.

They kept going.Didn’t mind me.

Just told me to leave.On her final performance during this one particular booking she was roseless and she told me: “I don’t mind sleeping with him because he is very good — but now he wants to be seen with me in public.A waiter! What is he, crazy?” Subscribe to our daily Post Opinion newsletter! Please provide a valid email address.

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I wrote the book “Jolie.” Mama Jolie Gabor had a Madison Avenue jewelry shop. It sold well.“Jolie,” my book on her, did not. Upset mama told me: “You cannot print we are Jewish.

My daughter Eva is marrying again.Her low-cut wedding gown needs a necklace to fill in.

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