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Mike_25
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The thrill of victory and fear of defeat keeps me playing poker, day after day. Win or lose, a hand's always waiting to be dealt. The game lets me escape life's problems for a few hours, sink into the simple logic of cards and betting. When I win a big pot, the adrenaline starts pumping, my heart feels alive again. Even when the losses come, I know the next hand could turn it all around.
Poker's a mistress I can't quit, she treats me cruel sometimes but her comfort is familiar. As long as there's action to be found, I'll strap on my table stakes and join another game. The pot's always growing, my stack's always shrinking or swelling again. That's the beauty and beast of the game.
Poker's a mistress I can't quit, she treats me cruel sometimes but her comfort is familiar. As long as there's action to be found, I'll strap on my table stakes and join another game. The pot's always growing, my stack's always shrinking or swelling again. That's the beauty and beast of the game.
