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@ Trey
2025-05-23 13:18:09
Friday night.
Vegas hums. Neon buzz, basslines in the floor, perfume thick in the air.
Two men walk into different casinos.
They’ll never meet.
But they’re playing the same game, with very different rules.
Frankie hits the roulette wheel before his jacket’s even off.
Loud shirt. Fake watch. Last month’s paycheck already on the felt.
He’s grinning too wide, like he knows he shouldn’t be here.
The wheel spins.
He cheers. Then doubles down.
Always doubling down.
He’s chasing something.
A feeling he once had in ‘06.
A bonus, a bull market, a girl who said yes and then disappeared.
Now it’s just colors on a wheel.
Debt on a card.
Luck as a lifestyle.
Across the city, Max “21” Bitman steps out of a black coupe.
Tailored suit. No tie. Gold cufflinks catching the moonlight.
He doesn’t head for the noise.
He walks slow, like the night is his.
He isn’t gambling.
He’s waiting.
Upstairs, private poker room.
Thick carpet. Quiet music.
He slides into the chair like he’s been sitting there for years.
Orders a single drink.
Neat. No rush.
Max plays two hands an hour, when he knows the odds are in his favor.
Frankie’s hands shake as the chips pile up...then vanish.
He swears. Laughs. Swears again.
Bartender cuts him off.
Dealer doesn’t flinch.
Somehow, he still thinks he’s winning.
Even as the pit boss glances over.
Max doesn’t celebrate.
Doesn’t gloat.
He plays like the deck is already written.
Like the end is already known.
Every move precise. Every chip earned.
No one notices he’s walking away with the whole damn table.
By 2am, Frankie’s outside.
No jacket. No ride. No clue.
He lights a cigarette with a $5 bill and swears next time will be different.
Max is already on the balcony of his suite.
City below him. Quiet.
Counting time in something other than hours.
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I’ll be in Vegas next week for Bitcoin 2025.
Not to chase luck, but to celebrate the sure thing.
To meet the ones who don’t flinch when the wheel spins.
To see my friends who’ve already left the casino behind.
Frankie bets to feel alive. Max plays like he owns the grid.
If you’re building for freedom — not just gambling — my newsletter is your edge.
Like pushing all-in, sitting on the nuts, watching the river fall.
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