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The first pull is a loss The next twenty goes in, and with the next pull, I get my cash back My third pull, I lose

AThis loss doesn’t mean I lose It tells me where to start

This is a ritual I do every damn time If I lose, I start off away from the Strip, where the limits and the rules are lower When I win, I hit the Strip first, where there are her limits

Is there a method to my madness? I’ve switched shit up more than twenty tiaaame

I walk out into the dry desert air My pores immediately shrivel up,like I’h The burn is my welcome back Game time I hail a cab and settle in

“3111 Bel Air Drive,” I tell the cabbie as I climb into the air-conditioned vehicle

It’s dusk, a tias that sets off a surge of energy in er than the skyscrapers and casinos, brighter than the lights on the Strip I aas, and I like bold

When the cab drops rin spread across le-faate and twenty-four-hour surveillance I own fifteen hundred square feet of so

It has two bedroo rooe-screen TV and a Bose surround sound systeo to, in order topretty and unharmed inside

As the garage door lifts and I look at her, I feel pride swell insideI own is paid for I don’t owe anyone shit

Tomorrow, she and I will cruise the streets and find soivecity