I used to think gambling was about luck—until I realized the true game wasn’t in the reels, but in the silence between them. As a UCL grad raised on Nigerian lullaby and Scottish stillness, I learned that the golden wheel isn’t a machine—it’s a mirror for your inner rhythm. This isn’t about winning big. It’s about listening to the gong as it slows, breathing through the gold dust of a midnight session. The real jackpot? Peace.