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Roll the gilded dice
until the game is lost. When you pay the price, don't worry about the cost. Luck is not a lady, in fact she is a whore. It can turn you shady, leaving you wanting something more. You keep playing till you win, filling you with bliss. But you're falling into sin known as avarice.
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