Casino: Ego

How do chance/wits 'streak' at a Native-American casino, when a prince/baron contend for dough (over danger)?

A tale of fortune-world superstition/success, drawing on the 'cool' chance-life diplomacy from Hard Eight (Paul Thomas Anderson). Thanks for reading, 

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The Native-American nation owned casino in the United States was the site of a pretty unusual story concerning a diamond-baron and an upstart-prince seeking a new expression of inventive piracy/gameplay to draw out a cool image of capitalism dangers.

The prince, Amlan Satan, challenged the diamond-baron, Ion, to a game of Ludo (Parcheesi) after being invited to his private suite inside the casino/resort building after he was wowed by his dazzling ability to choreograph both slots-and-tables games and gain over $1K in praises/energy (wow).

CASINO-MANAGER: We wanted this 'star-prince kid/guy' to be our spokesperson suddenly for our special autumn-showing of Last of the Mohicans for tourist/floor echelons!

BARON ION: You've got the gift-eye Satan; I want to play Ludo (against you).

AMLAN SATAN: You remind me of a 'cool' movie-casino/resort villain, Baron.

BARON ION: Wel...thanks...I've always been partial to De Niro and Caan (myself)...cool (ha).

Now, as you may (or not) know, Ludo is a game involving colored-piece teams/units competing with dice/pace to reach a final destination with lucky-roll high-numbers designed to reach faster and with killing-execution while choreographing piece-rotation/selection-pacing fun. It's simply a simple game which nevertheless (ironically) involves both chance...and decision-making (hmm).

ION: This is my fave-casual game (now), Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: I play this on my phone-app, Baron (ha).

ION: Let's see if you turn-heads among my company with your greens.

AMLAN SATAN: Are you opting for the yellows, then, Ion?
ION: I love the yellow-team; it's all about courage (no?).

AMLAN SATAN: Sure...Ludo's a lot like life itself (yeah).

After Ion was defeated in a very tight Ludo-match with the prince (Amlan Satan), the bad baron seemed very angry or irate. Amlan Satan was unnerved/worried and promised him 1/2 his winnings at the Native-American casino if he was allowed to simply and 'politely' depart from his suite/company in peace, and he'd also share the baron's diamond-insurance commentary on social-media with 'like-minded' tourism diplomats.

ION: Alright...I hope not to cross 'path' with one of your social-media buds.

AMLAN: You will not (guaranteed); thanks for the courtesy-gift room.

ION: Alright...don't share this win with your social-media buds (I'll send you an angel-maid).

Amlan Satan stormed out of the Ion-suite at the casino/resort building drunken and giddy and relieved of his escape-plan/negotiation and took 1/2 the money he won from Ludo against the bad-baron and visited the blackjack table to double his treasury and then attended a cool entertainment program featuring a very iconic traveling team of theatrical musicians/dancers.

AMLAN: I wonder who's this 'angel-maid' Ion's sending me for my diplomacy here/now.

Sure, the trauma of 9/11 created a lasting impact on the quality of commerce-life comforts and entertainment for Homeland securities consciousness, and the Native-American casino/resort building was one of those 'beacons' of tribulation-era hope/relief that Prince Amlan Satan hoped to capitalize on and be part of the 'human race' (shuffle) of antiterrorism capitalism examination.

ION: I'm sending Satan my gold-pen extra credit gift to his gift-room with the angel-maid for this service/secrecy for his gem-insurance diplomacy for my empire; if he fails, he'll get the axe (from natives!).

HITMAN: Your genius!

ANA: I'm your maid-angel (from Ion himself)...Ana.

AMLAN: Wow...you're beautiful Ana (I'm Amlan Satan).

ANA: Thanks, fellow; I'm to bake you a quiche.

AMLAN: Isn't my gift-room fabulous?

ANA: It's iconic; cool.

AMLAN: You're my special queen.

ANA: You played 'dark' chess against Ion, Satan.

Amlan/Ana got married, and he was simply in love with her beauty/innocence. He left the Native-American casino/resort building with over $75K and took Ana his 'angel-maid' to Brussels for their wedding and remembered how he'd call her from the tables/floors while she waited for him in his Ion-gift room (ha).

AMLAN SATAN: "Who'd think a Catholic prince would find casino-vacation 'direction' in the Homeland (these days)?"

DAMIAN (Amlan's Son): What's this treasure-gift, daddy?
AMLAN: Now that you're 10, I suppose this vintage 20th-Century token is yours!

DAMIAN: It's a McDonald's-Kosar (Browns) football magic card, right?

AMLAN: It's yours...my memento of my days as a 'prince' of capitalism.

DAMIAN: You found real magic in clay, dad.

AMLAN: There's always magic in the country, Damian.

DAMIAN: Cool.

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)