Been to Reno a couple of times. Mrs. Pacman dealt cards there for years before moving to WA. She hates Vegas, so we don't go (I don't feel like going solo...and with my OCD, it's a bad idea anyway).
Each time I've left Reno, I've ended up in the black, and both times it was from just randomly walking to slot machines and dropping in coins. I'll gamble 10-12 hours a day, including all night the first night we get there, be up hundreds and down hundreds, and then quit when I finally get ahead.
Given that living by slots seems about as likely as walking through a minefield without stepping on a mine, I'm not itching to return. Last time I got one a 2.5 day losing streak. It was NOT fun. Made it all back and a few hundred more trying to pace myself on nickel video poker. Hit a small jackpot.
Winning it all back at once really didn't cancel out the sour mood from 2.5 days of solid losses. Not as much as I would have thought. Just not a good place for someone with an addictive personality.