The invisible man creeps into their minds with tales of glory and
fortune, at the consequences of many's misfortune. He looks sharp,
smooth and in the grove. He's the scrambler, the rambler, the back
biter with razor teeth. Come play, roll the dice with me for if
it's money you need I can give you riches, just gamble with me.
Unlucky, try again. Unlucky, take out a loan. Unlucky, sell your
phone. Unlucky, ask for an advance from work. Unlucky, you can't
afford the rent. Unlucky, you lost your job, unlucky, the loan
sharks are at the door, unlucky, you're in toxic debt! Gamble again
with me and we'll pay them off you see! Unlucky, you're dead. Next!
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