So I lost R$80 in a cockfighting simulator… and cried like my soul finally passed its final exam.

Turns out emotional ROI isn’t about winning—it’s about showing up.

This game? Not gambling. It’s therapy with confetti.

Every bet = saying yes to yourself. Every loss = releasing the noise in your head.

You don’t need luck. You need ritual.

Next time you play anything—ask: am I performing… or being?

Because real power? It’s showing up after losing—and still hitting ‘bet.’

You’re not broken. You’re just finally alive.

P.S. If you’ve ever cried over pixels… drop a 🐔 below. Let’s start an illegal support group.