Lose the strip game, and your soul belongs to him
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Lose, and your soul's his. Dante's voice echoes, each “immortal soul” a drink ticket. When the game cracks open, hellfire flickers—his grin twists into horns, his charm into claws. On her knees, she seals the deal with a slow, wicked heat, lips locked on his throbbing curse.
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Today we're going to play Jango Blast with Pearl and Ruby.
Welcome to episode 666 of Lost Bets.
And today we're going to play for their eternal soul.
Alright, let's get to playing, huh?
You both understand the rules?
Let's go ahead and let's get started for their soul.
Alright.
Alright ladies.
Alright, I'll go.
I'm going to go first.
A bold first move.
An astonishing response to a bold first move.
An amazing reaction to an astonishing response to a bold first move.
Never have to get pulling out heavy.
Holding on by just a thread.
Actually really heaving up here.
You should have those disenfranchising moments where half the pie comes along with you.
You know what? Maybe not that. Maybe we'll try something different here.
There's a hell of a wobble going on. It's like Pearl trying to play Fender.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ow! Coming down hard!
Ruby, any initial reactions to this particularly devastating loss?
First reaction is to unbutton your pants.
I have that effect on women, I understand.
Please, by all means, continue with the whole pants dropping thing.
Okay.
or something and something at this point and the stakes are really heating up for
their eternal soul. Ladies, let's begin.
with the Masterson Candidate.
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