“A good gambler knows when to walk away” His talisman read what he rarely practiced. He always took them to the cleaners.
He traded in the chips while listening to Kenny Rogers on his shuffle. “You never count your money…” He took their money, drank complimentary whiskey and with a rare smirk on his unreadable face, left the building.
The goons emptied his pockets as his veins turned blue. “…best you can hope for is to die in your sleep.” The Gambler was his last song. A good gambler knew to walk away from the whiskey after cleaning the house.
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