Gambler's Insurance (One Use): Not Purchased ($500)
Coin Flippers
Gas Station Parking Lot (0) - $50: Methheads, parole jumpers, juggalos and crust punks. Flipping coins between huffing gas and trying to sell you a ‘practically new’ catalytic converter. Bets $4-$10 when they aren’t nodding off mid-toss.
Pool Hall Back Room (0) - $75: Career alcoholics, failed hustlers, and guys one bad night away from selling plasma to cover rent. The air stinks of cheap cigars, broken dreams, and piss-stained barstools. Bets $10-$20 while muttering about ‘the good old days’ that never existed.
Sonic Tooth Roller Derby Rink (0) - $100: Big mean women with more piercings than an acupuncture dummy and an unhealthy love for blunt force trauma. Half of them could bench press your car; the other half already did. Bets $15-$30 between throwing elbows and drinking cheap whiskey out of a water bottle.
The Pink Pussy Strip Club (0) - $125: Divorced dads on a downward spiral, coke-addled finance bros, and local ‘businessmen’ whose real job is laundering money through a vape shop. Half of them owe child support, the other half are about to. Bets $20-$50 between motorboating regret and negotiating a $30 lap dance that ends in tears.
Dog Track Betting Lounge (0) - $175: Washed-up bookies, gamblers who couldn’t hack it at the real casinos, and well paid escorts with money to blow on something besides blow. Betting on greyhounds that run on the same bad decisions they do. Bets $40-$60 while chain-smoking and cursing out a dog named ‘Lucky’.
High Roller Suite at The Lucky 69 (0) - $250: Oil tycoons, ex-mafia accountants, and dead-eyed corporate ghouls drowning in whiskey and tax fraud. They don’t bet money; they bet fortunes, assets, and whatever’s left of their humanity. Bets $80-$100 without flinching—because when you’ve already sold your soul, what’s another few grand?