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sloth Damn! I'll be damned if you do not stop swinging without combining any good and especially if I leave miss any opportunity to do what I happen to feel better, especially economically.
are now several years that I spend my days in the training room, the morning we spent watching the forecasts, the afternoon I'm going to try to bet on. Why is there no money so I attitudes to expert advice and the other players and if they win, I ask my right hand because each expert has a right to compensation for the experience and suggestions. And I'm
several years that I feel more and more strange names, the names of the horses, and seeking inspiration from the names, so I go with the imagination to look for meanings of names in duels that are sure data when deciding by farmers and that I think are related to the character instead of the Colts.
So here is that I set last week about King Arthur and I could not think of a name that was unconnected with the glorious figure of English history, I played everything on winning King Arthur and of course I have recommended several bettors.

not that much money as they played, were the result of some advice rewarded the day before, there were ten euro, but it was everything I owned.

And of course I had put on all my hopes. And of course King Arthur finished seventh, last but not least and this was a consolation mainly because it has destroyed in one fell swoop my reputation as an expert.
Left without the beak of a penny, I resumed my normal activities adviser and prompter of winners and placed, but no one gave me more room in the straight. So much so that in the end I left the room rather irritated.
What to do? He must find a way to get some money, you can not go on without money, especially for a gamer horse. So
rivisitai already concocted a plan at the time, I would go to the Termini station and I would fake beggar. In fact I had already organized a cartel, it was written: "I am a beggar, poor unfortunate, I have no dog, nor the hat even money for glasses and dark, "was an attempt at a little challenging, I'd left that sort of apathy and laziness that unbearable that I had handed over without resistance.
But last time I gave up, it was hard to go to the station and then having to perform in that mask.

It was then of my dignity, deep down I do not even care less about that, however, was that I did not want to engage in a little something. Horse racing and the consultant's role was less strenuous, they gave you some excitement and then I could play if he won otherwise remain spectators of the games of others.
So let go of that idea.
There were three races remaining. In the first I thought it was good to stake everything on Peru, I began to tell everyone that you have to play or win or placed, but no one gave me straight. A man looked at me amused and then came out of the room. Peru finished second, would be paid as well placed but no one had heard.
The gentleman looked at me amused, however, approached me and asked me what to play in the other two races.

I just said I wanted a part of winning and 30 percent asked him quiet and he said yes, but necessary that the prognosis was good and that the horses would pay, and went on to say, but this thing went off again the hall and went out, I followed him and saw that he was intrigued with the phone call, no such great importance and re-entered the room.
Aniene I had suggested in the penultimate race and Lady Cocca last. In the penultimate
Aniene won and paid twice as much play. But the Lord was gone and I'd never known how to find him.
Waiting for the last race I did not have the money to bet and I began to advise all great and I made the prediction just guessed, but no one had heard the conversation and nobody gave me straight so I was not playing not having the beak a penny.
Lady Cocca was a horse unknown, the newspaper gave it absolutely favorite, yet I felt that there was something in the air so I was pretty sure.
The chronicle of the trotting race was very exciting and there was a fight between two of the favorites, and Tornante Millefiori, but Lady Cocca took the last corner and won decisively his head sharply.
no trace of the lord.

I knew then that he had played over the phone in another room that runs on both horses had given him and that he shamelessly stole, because he had played in a martingale and quotes Lady Cocca were very high, six times the post, which he had won twelve times the mail.
Unfortunately I could not get anything for my advice and I regret enormously, and this leaves me prey to bitter reflections on my life and sull'ingratitudine hapless punter.
But I still have a terrible boredom, apathy, an inability to desire something and even horse racing does not interest me that much to spend my days in some way.

the inexorable passage of a race other horses!