We are BACK at the Casino… and I’ve got a problem with a solution! I owe my best friend and boss Robby $4500, and I’m gonna get that money by winning it all at the casino. Shouldn’t be too bad, just a hand pay or two I mean why not? Thank you all so much for liking, subscribing, and dropping your thoughts in the comments. Even if you’re roasting me—I still love you. You’re all beautiful, and I truly appreciate every single one of you for riding along on this crazy journey. Wish me luck, and I’ll see you in the next one! Let’s go to war.
Brettski wiped the sweat from his brow as the neon lights of *Lucky Horseshoe Casino* flickered like a bad omen. He owed Robby $4,500—money borrowed during a “sure thing” poker night that turned into a black hole. Tonight, he was down to his last $600, every dollar scraped together from couch cushions, forgotten Venmo balances, and a pawned guitar.
The plan was simple: roulette. High risk, high reward. He put it all on black. The wheel spun. Click. Click. Click. *Black 13.*
He doubled up. Again. Then again. Suddenly, he had $4,800. One more spin for cushion? Greedy? Maybe. But it was working. He slid $300 onto red. The ball danced. Landed on *Green 0.*
A pit boss raised an eyebrow. Brettski’s hands trembled. Still up, he told himself. Still good. He walked away, then hesitated—drawn by the clinking of chips and cheers at the high-stakes poker table.
He sat down. One hand. Winner-takes-all. A man in sunglasses smiled from across the table, revealing a gold tooth. “Feeling lucky, kid?”
He was dealt pocket aces. His pulse hammered. All-in.
The flop: Ace, Queen, Nine. *Trip aces.*
The man smirked. Called. Turn: another nine. Brettski didn’t flinch. River: *Nine.* A full house—aces over nines. Unbeatable.
Until the stranger flipped over *quad nines.*
Brettski stood frozen. His chips gone. His hope gone. Robby would kill him.
He stumbled outside into the alley, heart racing, air thick with failure.
Then… a hand gripped his shoulder.
He turned, fists clenched.
“Brettski,” said the voice.
It was Robby.
But not alone. Behind him stood two men in tailored suits… and one of them was the man with the gold tooth from the poker table.
“Let’s talk,” Robby said, smiling coldly. “You were never *meant* to win.”
**To be continued…**
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Who is Brettski? Brettski is a Professional Gambler, similar to the ancient legends Vegas Matt, Bluff, DegenDalt, Mr. Hand Pay, or Lady Luck HQ! However, unlike these legends, Brettski has thousands of years of stored ancient knowledge harvested by the elders, at skills such as Slot Machines, Roulette, Blackjack, Craps, Bubble Craps, Poker, and Baccarat. Brettski’s goal as a Professional Gambler is simple: own all of Las Vegas, using funds made by Gambling. Subscribe to support his journey in world domination.
