WE ARE BACK BABY! I am in Vegas for multiple weeks then back home for a little then back in Vegas for multiple weeks for the World Series of poker as well as to make some gambling content for you degens. I am absolutely stoked to start this summer packed with Vegas. Obviously have to start it out with the goat the El Cortez. Buying into blackjack for $2000 with the hopes of profiting just one single dollar so we can have a free slot spin. However, things get completely off the rails and this becomes a lot more than a blackjack session video. Of course, we end up in the high limit Slots room at some point begging for a pinball. Let's just hope it comes because it has been a very long time since I have had a Jackpot on pinball. Can't wait to keep my head down and grind in Vegas, which comically means me gambling and filming it because you guys have given me a life I could only have dreamed of. I love you all so much thank you so much for liking commenting and subscribing. You mean the world to me you're freaking beautiful. I'll see you in the next one. #gambling #casino #comedy #slots #blackjack #money
Brettski stepped into the El Cortez just after sunrise, camera gear in tow and a fresh sense of purpose humming under his hoodie. The neon signs buzzed quietly above the empty craps table, and the sound of slot machines waking up filled the room like a warm-up act before a wild show. This was Day 1 of a two-week filming stretch downtown, and he was ready to make content magic—but only if the blackjack tables showed him a little love first.
He had a system, or at least a plan: start with $2000, grind at blackjack, and hopefully build enough profit to hit the slots guilt-free. Not just for the thrill—but for the content. His viewers loved those high-stakes slot pulls, and he wasn’t about to blow through his budget before the second camera battery even died.
He picked a table with soft lighting and a seasoned dealer. No crowd, no distractions—just Brettski, the felt, and the cards. He bought in and stacked his chips with precision, the way he always did before a serious session. First few hands? Solid. Small wins. A push. A double-down that paid off. The momentum built quietly, like a whisper of a heater.
Then it turned.
A split went sideways. A dealer 5 turned into a 21. Then came a brutal stretch—three hands in a row, all losses. Brettski paused, eyes on the felt. He hadn’t planned to chase. But this was El Cortez. This was his table now.
He reached for another $1000, setting it down without a word. Then another $500. The plan was out the window. He wasn’t sure if it was ego, adrenaline, or just instinct—but he couldn’t walk away. Not yet.
The cards came fast: King. Then a five.
The dealer flipped their hole card—and Brettski leaned in.
Everything hung in the balance.