We are BACK at the Casino, and this is a special vlog to me. We’re revisiting the very first casino I used to go to all the time when I first started gambling, and we’re gonna live the same dream of hitting jackpots that younger Brettski had. Thank you all for watching. 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.
I’m giving away $50,000 you DON’T want to miss it!:
Brettski tightened the strap on his old watch — the same one he wore the night he turned 21. Ten years had passed since that night at *Bally’s Lincoln*, the casino that started it all. He wasn’t the same kid anymore. The world had hardened him — losses, wins, double-crosses, and the kind of lessons you don’t learn from books.
The parking lot looked just like he remembered. Same cracked pavement, same flickering sign humming in the Rhode Island night. He took a deep breath of the cool air and headed inside — not for nostalgia, but for closure.
Inside, the scent was unmistakable: old carpet, cheap buffet, and the electric hum of hope and regret. Familiar and dangerous.
He didn’t bother with the slots or the roulette wheel. He walked straight to the tables. And there it was — table 12. Same green felt. Same seat.
And unbelievably… same dealer.
Her name tag still read *SANDRA*. Red lipstick. Stone-cold eyes. She hadn’t aged a day.
“Back for another shot?” she asked, voice smooth as ever.
Brettski nodded. “Back to finish what I started.”
He dropped a stack of hundreds on the felt. A few regulars nearby turned to watch — sensing the tension. Something unspoken hovered in the air.
The game started. Cards flew. Wins came, then losses. But Brettski was focused — sharper than he’d ever been. Then it hit him.
A mark. Barely visible. Bottom-right corner of a king.
His heart skipped.
It couldn’t be.
The same mark from ten years ago?
The pit boss — the *same* pit boss — stepped out from the shadows. Watching.
Brettski’s blood ran cold.
Then Sandra leaned in, voice low.
**”You were never supposed to come back…”**
*CUT TO BLACK.*
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Who is Brettski? Brettski is a Professional Gambler, similar to the ancient legends Vegas Matt, Bluff, DegenDalt, TheBigJackpot, 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.