Money’s a game where the dice are loaded, the dealer winks, and the house is your own head. You bet the rent on a feeling, lose it on a hunch, then call the loss a lesson and play again.
The rich don’t count their money — they count their exits. The poor count their debts and call it character. Everyone’s holding a hand they can’t read, and the only winning move is knowing the game’s rigged and playing anyway, because the alternative is sitting out while the world keeps spinning without you.