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Remember when Ant would gamble 10s of thousands a night?

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I was chest-bumped, alroight!
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What happened?

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At least casino floors are safe from being soaked in Cumia spit nowadays
 
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Andy Espresso is a faggot name
"Andy Espresso" is a gay icon who ran a vintage clothing boutique in the Village back in the 80s, until he died of AIDS in 1991.

Like with his pedophilia, Nana's gambling is all about showing other men how straight and "hardcore" he is. His gambling is always an ostentatious show, put on for the benefit of his pals, peers and ball-washers. He never just goes to AC solo, as he needs the audience so he can show them his heterosexual interests. Why would he feel compelled to gloat about winning some money gambling on baseball? So other men can see how he's "into sports", like how straight men typically are. What other men think about him is extremely important to the old flamer.
 
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Remember when he would fly Keith to Atlantic City to sit next to him with a pillow so he could scream into it whenever he lost a hand of black jack?

He must have been losing his ass at the tables for the casino to put up with that.
That was Nana trying to be Pesci in "Casino" or Silvio Dante at the executive game. The wild, unhinged "loose cannon", all full of manly testosterone and way too cool to even give a fuck. Just imagine blowing tens of thousands of dollars just to show some dope how "straight" you are...LOL.
 
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Then its a good name for Nana
"I'm Andy Es-PRESS-O!" squealed the flaming queen. "I think I'll go with the retro Frankie Muniz look again today!" he excitedly lisped, as he minced and pranced about his apartment. "That's a bad kitty...bad kitty!" he hissed as he brushed the pet hair from his favorite outer shirt. He grimaced in revulsion as he heard his beard shuffling around in the bedroom. "I wish she would just GO already" he carefully whispered, lest she heard him. "I just want to do GUY THINGS! Once I get that dildo with the suction cups on the base, I won't need her at ALL anymore" he excitedly giggled. He daintily twirled in front of his mirror, vamping and sashaying with gleeful abandon. "I look SO STRAIGHT today" he tittered, "I'm still hilllll-AR-i ous!".
 
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