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RED ARROW: The Mysterious Death Of Sonny Liston

RED ARROW: The Mysterious Death Of Sonny Liston

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Las Vegas, Nevada, 1970. His life was a firetrap; his days were dry tinder. A small spark here or there—some ash from a cigarette, perhaps—and the whole ramshackle hovel would go up in roaring flames. You could shovel all the sand in the world on it, hose it down with the entire Atlantic Ocean—nothing was going to stop that conflagration. In the brittle Las Vegas heat—sunstroke conditions—Charles “Sonny” Liston, ex-heavyweight champion of the world, roamed from one dark quarter to another. He was wandering through a dangerous netherworld, one still two decades away from turning into a tourist trap where outlandish replicas of the Pyramids and the Statue of Liberty dotted the landscape. No, during those last lost years of Sonny Liston, the Vegas strip was still dominated by garish neon signs and billboards announcing the names of extinct hotels, burlesque clubs, and casinos: The Dunes, The Thunderbird, The Hacienda, The Flamingo. And behind that gaudy façade was an Open City for the lowdown and dirty. Sonny Liston, alas, was in his element.

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