In It to Win It

"In it to win it" 

It's a modern virus 
• Win a Dream Home 
• Win a Car or Cash by midnight 
• Win £10,000 a month for a year. 

£5 here, £10 entry there The lowest cost ticket. 

Spending money to escape where I find my life, I could have spent better.

Trapped by hope. Strong-armed by necessity.

A bit of fun for some that don't have to think about the ticket price - life changing for me.

I feel stupid every time I lose.

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