“There’s a sucker psyched every second.”
The Dos Equis man stands up to go collect his winnings, takes a drink from his bottle of Blue Moon beer, and walks out.
You’re left in a bit of a daze after that little experience, still trying to philosophize about whether everything is magic or science. Subliminally, you suppose, this line of thinking bottlenecks your path over to the roulette wheel.
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