Been at this game long enough to see the patterns shift like shadows on the wall. Started chasing the rush of a win, doubling down after every miss, convinced the next one would turn it all around. Market’s a beast—odds tighten, margins shrink, yet the thrill keeps you hooked. One night, hit a streak that felt like fate; numbers aligned, and the payout was poetry. But the losses before? Brutal. Taught me the house bends, but never breaks. Still, I’m here, reading the tides, knowing the real win’s in the chase itself.