For a long time my brain was craving the dopamine that only gambling, decadence and the prospect of financial death could provide. I wanted to live on a razor’s edge, ignoring the right or wrong of society. Red and black, victory or death.

I made a deposit of EUR 500 with Zulabet, in my imagination a purple banknote in which international drug lords hide their fortunes. I didn’t automatically get any kind of deposit bonus – it worked out fine for me, I didn’t want maximum bets or wagering rules, today an animal without limits, on the edge!

The game selection was wide, but I knew what I was looking for. Today I wouldn’t be satisfied with Quickspin’s gentle small wins and easy bonuses, or the well-balanced base games of megaways. I reopened my old love, novomatic’s Captain Venture. I started with a low stake, and with shaking hands I turned on the car spins. Novomatic is raw love, one day you’re a whipped slave, the next you’re master of the world. Little by little I raised the stakes.

This time Caesar’s thumb was pointing downwards, but it’s also hilarious to die on the altar of variance. I didn’t get to experience Zulabet’s undoubtedly first-class cashout qualities. Since my deposit, I have occasionally received new Zulabet dance invitations in my email, a hetaira laugh for my beaten body. But one day I’ll be back, and I’ll be king.

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