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Mike_25
Guest
The poker table is where I make my livin’ and chat up my opponents, even if we aim to take each other’s money. We swap stories and share a cigar, jawin’ about hands and strategies between deals. These cats become more than just faces across from me, they're pals I’ll nod to when we see each other outside the game.
We gripe about the bosses and laugh about bad beats we’ve taken from each other. There’s loyalty and rivalry, like any group of guys who’ve spent more hours together than their wives. The game keeps us sharp but the conversation keeps us coming back, even when the cards ain’t runnin’ our way. Friendly competition, that’s the life I chose.
We gripe about the bosses and laugh about bad beats we’ve taken from each other. There’s loyalty and rivalry, like any group of guys who’ve spent more hours together than their wives. The game keeps us sharp but the conversation keeps us coming back, even when the cards ain’t runnin’ our way. Friendly competition, that’s the life I chose.
