At 3AM, the house doesn’t win because you’re lucky—it wins because you stayed too long staring at cards that whisper “I told you not to bet.” My grandma was right: the RNG algorithm knows your soul better than your bank account. This isn’t gambling—it’s a midnight therapy session where every shuffle is a step in a dance you didn’t know you needed until now. Who’s betting? The one who still remembers their first hand… and why they didn’t cash out.

P.S. If this were real, I’d have used my deposit bonus… but I’m still waiting for the house to whisper back.