proximo jogo do americaOne day, when I looked in the mirror and saw myself, I realized a cruel truth. I was out of control. I was no longer a recreational gambler but an addict, someone who was engrossed in a never-ending race. My debts had started to pile up, and I didn’t know what to do anymore. I couldn’t see a way out. A feeling of despair and hopelessness overwhelmed me.
