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I doubled, even tripled my amount before losing it. Somewhere in between, a brunette from the otherside of the room, waves out. I think – “She probably does this for a living.” never_theless, i walk up to her. SHe calls me aside, behind the coin counter. WHispers somethign about them trying to kill her. Confused I ask “So this is not about a handjob?” SHe slaps me fast. I feel a second one on its way, and duck, but she just walks away and then waves out to the man at the blackjack table. I lose interest. My hard-on limp. My ego in 4 neatly cut cubes. I put it together and collect my winnings and move to another table.

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