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We are BACK at the Casino… and we TRAPPED here until we hit a Top Dollar bonus! It can take one spin, or it can take one billion spins! 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 strode through the golden-lit doors of the **Silver Mirage Casino**, his weathered satchel slung tight across his chest. Inside it: his entire life savings—\$27,498.34, in rubber-banded stacks, loose singles, and one crumpled \$2 bill for luck. He wasn’t here to play craps or sip watered-down rum and cokes. No. Brettski had one mission: **Top Dollar**. One machine. One bonus. One shot.

He scanned the rows of slots like a hawk, ignoring the chiming lights and fake laughter, until he found it—the elusive *Top Dollar* machine. Purple lights pulsed along the sides like a heartbeat. He sat down, fed in a hundred, and pulled the lever.

Nothing.

Two hours in, Brettski was down five grand and hallucinating cherry symbols. A woman in a red pantsuit sat beside him, introduced herself as *“Marlene, fortune consultant”*. She whispered odds, patterns, told him to wait three spins after every bar-bar-seven. On her cue, he hit a bonus—small, \$150. But it lit a fire.

By hour six, he’d lost nearly everything. \$932 left. Marlene was gone. He cursed, slammed the button one last time—and the screen froze.

*“TOP DOLLAR BONUS ACTIVATED”*

His heart slammed like a jackhammer. Lights blazed. Bells screamed. The machine offered a prize: **\$25,000**. He reached to accept—but the screen flickered.

Static.

The machine rebooted.

Then, a message:
*“THIS MACHINE IS NOW UNDER FEDERAL INVESTIGATION. DO NOT LEAVE.”*

A man in a black suit appeared from behind the velvet rope, flashing a badge.

“Mr. Brettski, step away from the machine.”

He clutched his satchel.

“How do you know my name?”

The man smiled.

“Because, Mr. Brettski… that machine just traced a wire transfer from an account flagged by Interpol.”

And then—

*the power in the entire casino went out.*

Black.

Silence.

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.