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  • I found myself in a slightly shady, back-alley type card game last night, with an assortment of foreigners. Some Asians and some Arabs, but they all seemed to speak the same language and that language was not mine. And there were two American girls there, but I could not tell if they were with the foreigners or with themselves. Either way they did not speak to me. I spent several hours leering at them from across the table. One had blonde hair,and the other brown haired. Both tall, wearing tight dresses and high heels. They hung in the back of the room, sipped cocktails, smoked cigars, and talked to each other quietly.

    I lost a good amount of money quickly and left silently. I felt a paranoia setting in quickly, which may or may not have been justified.

    The good hands I got I played and I ended up losing on the river. Or I folded hands that turned out golden. Things were not lining up.

    I think the lesson was this: When dealt a good a hand, play it hard and fast, when you are dealt a marginal hand that feels good, follow that intuition. But alas, there is no defense against blind luck and reckless abandon.
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