The Strip Is No Place for Bare Soles

Vegas sells you the lights, the luxury, the high-gloss fantasy. What it doesn’t show you is the street-level reality — puddles of who-knows-what, cigarette burns in the concrete, shards of glass that never made it to the trash. And depending on the month, the pavement can scorch even after dark.

That’s what your bare soles collect the second your heels quit. Nothing kills the afterglow faster than scrubbing the Strip off your skin at 3AM.

SHMLSS™ is your exit plan. Paper-thin, clutch-sized, and ready before the mess gets to you. Step off the Strip clean — without taking it home.