The Best Strategy Ever RETURNS!

That's right baby the three-step plan is back. I headed over to resorts world doesn't let me film blackjack for some unknown reason, but I was still able to play all three games as long as I make it to baccarat of course. This Vlog has a lot of ups and down so buckle up. This impromptu trip in Vegas has been absolutely horrible gambling wise so let's hope to make a swift turnaround and hit a couple of these. See you all on the other side! Youre all beautiful I love you so much! Thanks for everything. #comedy #money #gambling #roulette #blackjack #baccarat
Brettski sat at the corner of the casino bar, eyes scanning the neon lights that flashed in every direction. Tonight was the night. He had spent weeks formulating his plan-a simple three-step system. A $100 blackjack hand, followed by two $100 roulette spins, and if those hit, he'd take a $500 shot at baccarat. It was risky, but the payoff could change everything.
With a deep breath, Brettski stood up, straightened his jacket, and approached the blackjack table. The dealer, a woman with sharp eyes and a practiced smile, greeted him. He slid a crisp $100 bill onto the table and glanced at his cards. A 7 and a 9. The dealer had a 4 showing.
"Hit me," Brettski said, heart pounding. The card slid out-an Ace. Total: 17. He nodded, satisfied, and stood. The dealer revealed her hand: a 6 and a 10, then drew a 5, busting.
Step one: complete. He had won. He slid the chips into his pocket and moved to the roulette table, the first spin waiting. The croupier spun the wheel, the ball clacking around as Brettski’s heart skipped. He placed his bet on black. The wheel slowed, and with a final click, the ball settled on black 17.
Step two: complete. A smile tugged at the corner of Brettski’s mouth. The baccarat table beckoned now, but he wasn’t done yet. He placed $100 on Player for the second roulette spin, watching as the wheel spun again. The tension in his chest mounted. The ball danced, hovered for a moment-and landed on black 22.
He had done it. Two spins. Two wins. He could taste victory now.
But as Brettski stepped toward the baccarat table, something caught his eye-something unusual about the dealer waiting there. She was smiling, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was almost... predatory.
Brettski hesitated. Something felt off.