To most Americans, the thought of European roulette conjures up visions of King Farouk squandering an Egyptian fortune at Deauville, James Bond gallantly winning one for a lissome blonde at Casino Royale, or Princess Grace and Ari Onassis presiding over the glittering wheels of Monte Carlo. Titillating, perhaps, but a trifle dated. The true archetype of European gambling today is the sprawling mustard-yellow casino at sleepy Bad Neuenahr on the Ahr River in West Germany. There, few of the blondes among the intense, studious crowds at the tables last week were under 50 years of age or 150 lbs....
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