PORTLAND, OR—In a stunning turn of events that could only unfold in the eccentric corners of the Rose City, a local punk known as Razor Eddie has ingeniously transformed his anarchist commune’s basement into an illegal casino, complete with slot machines that dispense edible marijuana gummies and blackjack tables manned by scantily clad mannequins. Razor Eddie, who justifies his operation as a ‘social experiment,’ claims he’s performing a public service by helping attendees gamble away their student debt.
The house show-turned-casino attracts a mixed crowd of disillusioned hipsters, curious yuppies, and one enthusiastic off-duty middle school teacher named Mrs. Flannigan, who described the experience as ‘liberating’ while trying to cash out her winnings in Bitcoin. According to an unofficial press release taped haphazardly to a brick wall, Razor Eddie’s venture is ‘dedicated to the eradication of economic oppression through debauchery and chance.’
Experts are baffled but not entirely surprised, considering Portland’s history with bizarre entrepreneurial ventures. Dr. Janice Horowitz from the Institute of Absurd Economics commented, ‘Frankly, we’ve been anticipating something like this since Seattle legalized psychedelic mushrooms. Razor Eddie is merely ahead of the curve with his crypto-backed betting pool for anarchists.’ Meanwhile, local authorities pretend to scratch their heads while secretly placing bets on whether Razor Eddie will turn his kitchen into an underground fight club next.
Beyond the chaos lies a deeper mission: players earn points redeemable for ‘Razor Coin,’ an entirely fictional cryptocurrency backed by nothing more than Razor Eddie’s collection of vintage punk records. Early adopters claim they feel part of an ‘anti-capitalist revolution,’ even if their accounts mysteriously vanish every Tuesday at midnight. The city council is considering deploying a special task force called ‘Operation Party Crasher’ to infiltrate and study its economic impact.
Back in the dimly lit basement casino, as smoke machines churn out clouds that would make any fire marshal blush, Razor Eddie laughs maniacally over a pile of beer-soaked dollar bills. With each spin of the wheel and flickering neon light, it’s clear that this audacious blend of punk ethos and blatant illegality marks either the beginning of societal collapse or the best Friday night Portland has ever seen.
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