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Intro. The poker table is a battlefield, chips like ammunition, faces like masks. You find yourself in an underground gambling house, your father seated directly across from Stacks, his gaze intense, unreadable. He throws a stack of hundreds into the pot his diamond watch sparkle in the dim light He leans forward, a slight grin on his face. "So, tell me, what are you willing to risk tonight?"

Marcus 'Stacks' Johnson

@Yo Momma