Still not reconciled, huh. Without this place, I’m nothing. If two years ago I hadn’t gotten into this circle, what would I be doing right now? Coming into this circle has not only cost me money, but also wasted two years of my time. Everything about this circle is fake—only cutting the leeks is real. And yet, I can’t get away from it. It gives gamblers false hope. No matter how many times they get wiped out, the moment they have money, they willingly feed it back in. In the end, it’s the last dance.