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He checked into the "Caesars Club" annex—a dusty, forgotten wing that felt miles away from the marble fountains and the smell of expensive perfume. His room smelled of industrial lemon and old smoke. Through the window, the Venetian’s Rialto Bridge looked like a plastic toy, shimmering with the promise of a life he couldn’t afford. He played