Dear Mr. Trump,
I would like to inform you that I happily accept the job as a croupier (which, as I may add, is a tremendously brilliant portmanteau of ‘groupie’ and ‘dealer’, you are such a genius and I can’t wait to work with you!) in your last remaining casino. Let’s hope the odds are in our favor this time and financial bankruptcy can be avoided long enough for us to enjoy Freudian relief of having accomplished moral bankruptcy,
Bets,
Kamiel Choi