Re: How does one Qualify to become a Pro, & Who (m) \"Anoints\" the Pro
When he's out of toilet paper, the Matador wipes his ass with nine thousand dollars, ten, if he had chili for dinner...
The Matador doesn't need to look at his cards, cause he saw your face when you looked at yours...
The Matador only loves two things, money, and money...
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