The security guards don't even bother trying to keep the riff-raff out of the casino. Check-in is quick, but you have to leave a dollar deposit for each key you get. Also, reservations aren't needed most of the time. In fact, they look at you funny if you actually have one. The walk to the casino from Fremont Street is relatively dangerous, so not many tourists make the trek.
Western regulars tend to be junkies and homeless people who are addicted to gambling.
You must be joking. No pool, but there is a litter-strewn vacant lot next door. Old, rickety slots and video poker. We have heard that they have full-pay machines, but we never explore too deep into the stinky, dirty casino. A fair selection of penny slots can be had, but you're better off sticking with the Gold Spike for those.