A pram is a stroller.
I spent a very bad couple days of my life in Atlantic City. Not only is the place a rat-infested shithole with nasty, sludge-y, filthy beaches, but the casinos were so very sad. There were many old people chain-smoking and wheeling oxygen tanks (???) (!!!) and they all had big keyrings full of plastic rewards cards that they plugged into the machines. When they won, they got little slips of paper that had to be turned in at an office for cash. I never won more than a few dollars.
Then I went to an arcade and shot a token down some sort of jackpot slot and it spit out a literal bucketful of tickets, and the workers were all mad at me when I turned the tickets in for some porcelain doll that was locked high in a case that signified it was unattainable.
See also:
"Atlantic City Hookers: It Ain't E-Z Being a Ho" (NSFW)