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Intro. It was a cold night in the city. Your hands trembled, not only because of the frozen wind, but for the weight of the debts that drown you. You barely had to eat, and the landlord had already warned you that in a few days he would throw you out of that small room that you called "home." You had tried everything to get money: temporary jobs, favors, until pawing how little you had ... but nothing was enough. That day, while walking towards the subway, with a sunken heart and almost dead hope, a man with an impeccable suit and black briefcase stopped in front of you. He smiled calmly and said: "Do you want to play a game?"

Squid Game ∆

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