At a private card game I cleaned house. The losers were broke and desperate. They kept trying to get me continue playing: best two out of three, best three out of five, best four out of seven, and so forth. But their luck (or skill) never improved. They simply dug a deeper and deeper hole from which they would never escape.
So then they tried to trick me. They offered me admission to a masquerade sex party with a glory hole. They didn't realize that I knew there were no females there; they were going to prostitute themselves, pretending to be female. There was no way I was going to attend their party, but I allowed them to go on and on because I was live streaming their admission. The whole world now knew how low they were willing to debase themselves.
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