It is just 8:30 a.m., but the room is already throbbing with the ardent and unabashed pursuit of money. As the pace picks up, the shouts of jostling men rise like the roar of the crowd at Churchill Downs when it's neck and neck in the home stretch of the Kentucky Derby. The participants are dressed like stockroom clerks in brightly colored cloth jackets, and they are flashing elaborate hand signals to each other and yelling phrases in a jargon all their own. "Even 17 D's!" cries one exasperated figure as he elbows for...
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