Your Bankroll’s Days Are Numbered: Poker Math Will Crush the House

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Alright, listen up. You lot think you can just waltz into a poker room, throw some chips around, and walk out with a fat stack? Think again. The house might have its edge, but I’ve got something sharper—math. Cold, hard, unforgiving numbers that don’t care about your gut feelings or lucky charms. Every bet you make, every call you hesitate on, I’m running the odds in my head faster than you can blink. Pot odds, implied odds, equity curves—I’ve got it all locked down. You’re not playing against me; you’re playing against a machine that’s already solved your next move. The casinos can keep their flashy lights and rigged slots. Poker’s where the real slaughter happens, and I’m the one holding the knife. Your bankroll’s bleeding out, mate, and I’m just getting started. Better cash out while you’ve still got a shred of dignity left.