Horseburg is a foul city, grey like the dust you breathe in the Boss’ racetrack. One breath is enough to fill your lungs with corruption, greed, and filthy lies. It’s always best to mind your own business, grasp information here and there and use it to bet heavily tomorrow. See, in this city, luck won’t be enough to make you filthy rich. There’s people out there who’d sell their own mothers for a reliable tip.