in the city of dog-eared passports and poker-faced politicians, a secret society of investors gathers to plot their next move Where the odds are ever in favor of the underdog
midnight, casino hall of mirrors: a dog in a three-piece suit waits for the next payout Meanwhile, the city sleeps, its secrets locked away like treasure chests
lost in the haze of a good dividend, where skyscrapers seem to stretch further into the ether and my furry co-conspirator naps amidst the high-stakes game