"You're More Internet Famous Than I Am"

This session took place Saturday night, right after I had dinner following the Stratstack tournament (see here).  I decided to play at the Linq, the 1/1 game.  I’ve had success there before and the games are usually fun.

I was seated right away and as I sat down, a player across the table said to me, “Oh I know you…you’re Rob, right?”  I confessed and then tried to figure out who this was.  Young guy, wearing a baseball cap (the proper way).  I totally blanked out.  “Who are you?”  He said, “Dave…I played with you at the Venetian.  Tony and a bunch of your other friends were there.”

I remembered Dave from that Venetian session—a whole bunch of us played there that night with Tony, and we met Dave, who was familiar with Tony’s blog.  I wrote it up as a three-part post, the part with Dave is here.  The problem was, this guy didn’t look anything like the Dave I remembered from that session.  So I asked him to take off his baseball cap.  I’ve found that guys really look different in a cap if you’re not used to seeing them wear one.  I remembered the time I ran into a couple of MGM dealers at the M Resort, back when they had a poker room.  I recognized one right away and said hi.  We were chatting for a few minutes when another player, wearing a baseball cap, said, “Aren’t you gonna say hello to me?”  I looked right at him and drew a complete back. But his voice was familiar and I finally recognized him—from his voice.  Of course, I’d never seen him in a cap before since that isn’t part of the MGM poker dealer uniform.  I was amazed that I didn’t recognize him instantly.  He’d only dealt me around 1,000 hands of poker over the years and we’d always chatted whenever I was at his table.

The point is, it’s amazing how much a hat can do to hide one’s identity.  You know how ridiculous it is that we’re supposed to believe that no one can tell Clark Kent is Superman just because of the glasses, right?  Well, if instead, Clark just always wore a baseball cap, it’d work.

Anyway, I recognized Dave with his hat off, and he was at the table with me most of the night.  He’s still a really nice guy, so spending over a year grinding poker in Vegas hasn’t corrupted him (so far).  We caught up on Tony and some of the other blogging pals he ran into that night.

There was another familiar face at the Linq this night, but it was someone I expected to run into—The Trooper.  I hadn’t seen him until he was ready to push into our game for the first time that night.  I was sitting across from the dealer and so I said, “Hey, I recognize that guy!”  The dealer who was being pushed out looked to see who it was, saw it was Tim and said, “Oh yeah, he’s on the internet.”  I said, “Yeah, he’s like a TV star.”  Another player said, “Oh is he famous? Is he a celebrity?”  I’m pretty sure that player knew exactly who Tim was and was just kidding.  Regardless, I said, “Well…..he’s internet famous.”  Tim looked at me and said, “You’re more internet famous than I am.”  I disagreed and said, “No…the visual is more powerful than the written word, plus it makes you more recognizable.”  He got distracted and we never finished our “argument.”  But yeah, his face, his voice, his Starbucks cup are up on the internet every day.  I can’t compete with that.  But it was fun to even start the discussion…a few years ago, I never would have expected to get into a discussion with someone about which one of us was more famous. 

During one of his downs, something happened that reminded me of a recent post of mine about poker rules.  I don’t remember what the incident that triggered it was, but Tim made some sort of comment about how he was or wasn’t going to enforce a rule.  It reminded me of the post here about the string bet, and whether or not it is the dealer’s or the player’s responsibility to call out a string bet. I explained the situation in the post, and asked him if he, as the dealer, would call out the string bet.

I was surprised that he said he would not.  He felt that that was between the players, and that the dealer should not get involved.  Basically, he took the exact same position that the Player’s Casino in Ventura takes. It’s a player’s game, not a dealer’s game and he doesn’t want to be part of the game. It’s the player’s responsibility to call it or not.  Then he added that this was for a cash game.  He said a tournament was different, because every single player in the tournament–even ones at different tables—has an interest in the game, and every action affects every player in the tournament. 

I didn’t argue with him.  But in thinking it over later, I still don’t agree.  A rule should be enforced if it is reasonable to do so—otherwise, why have rules?  Furthermore, I could make his same argument about a cash game.  Who wins a pot in a cash game—and how much they win—does affect the other players in the game.  All other things being equal, I want the bad player to win that pot, not the grinder.  If the grinder is angle shooting (by manipulating the string bet rules if the dealer doesn’t call him out) and gets some fish’s chips, that makes it a lot harder to get those chips myself than if the fish had them. 

Early on, I had pocket Queens.  The guy in front of me raised to $2 (remember, both blinds are $1). I wouldn’t say that’s a common raise, but you do see it from time to time in this game.  I made it $10 and three of us saw the flop, which was Ace-Queen-4.  I bet $10 and they both called. I don’t remember what I was thinking to have bet so small and my notes don’t tell me. I bet $20 on the turn, a Jack and had one caller.  A King on the river made me a bit ill.  I checked as did my opponent.  He had Ace-Jack and my set was good.

King-10 of hearts, I raised to $7 and had three callers.  The flop was Jack-10-2 and a guy donked out $15. I called and we were heads up.  A King hit the turn and I called $25.  Blank on the river and he bet $45 and I called.  But he had King-Jack and was ahead the whole way.  

In the big blind, I had Ace-9 off and no one raised.  Just a few of us saw a flop of Ace-Queen-Jack.  I bet $3.  I check the turn, an 8, and he bet $15, which I called.  A blank on the river, I checked and called his $25 bet.  He had flopped Broadway with King-10.

That took me down to $12 (I had bought in for $100) and I added $90.  I did that rather than $100 just to get rid of all the smaller bills from my wallet.

I went back to (or stayed, depending on how you look at it) card dead.   Went a long time without really playing a hand.

In the small blind I had 6-4 offsuit and no one raised (remember, in this game, if there’s no raise, the small blind doesn’t have to add anything to stay in, since it’s the same as the big blind).  The flop was 7-5-3 which was pretty nice.  It was rainbow so I decided to check.  The button put out $5 and I just called.  The turn was a 10 and I checked again and this time he bet $10. I check-raised to $25. He called.  The river was an Ace, I bet $35 and he shoved.  I snapped and he showed a set of 7’s.  He had me covered, so it was a nice double up. I had around $90 when the hand started.

I had pocket Aces and raised to 10, it was three-ways.  The flop was Jack-high, two diamonds.  I did have the Ace of diamonds.  I c-bet $30 and a tough player check raised to $65.  I called, we were heads up. A black card hit the turn, ending my dreams of a back-door flush.  This time he led out for $110.  I folded.  Good fold?  I dunno.  The player said, “I played a bad hand and got lucky.”  I dunno, sure smelled like he had better than a pair of Jacks.

I called $5 on the button with Queen-Jack off.  It was four of us seeing a Queen high flop.  It checked through.  On a blank turn, I bet $10 and it was down to three.  On a King river, I bet $20 and didn’t get a call.

I had Aces again and raised to 8, it was three-ways.  The flop was King-7-7.  I bet $20 and had one caller.  It was the guy who bet me off my Aces earlier.  The turn was a Queen, the river was a King and there was no betting.  The other guy showed 10-7 offsuit.  Apparently this guy was an expert at cracking Aces with bad hands.

When Dave left, he came over to me and whispered, “I’m gonna be checking your blog to see if this night is written about.  I’m hoping there will be a good ending.”

Sorry, Dave, can’t do it.  I didn’t have a noteworthy hand after he left, and took off not much later, another losing session for this trip.  Got a few hands, but still mostly card-dead, and couldn’t get Aces to hold either time.

Confusing Counterfeit Chip Cheat Scam at the Grand Casino in Monaco

Looks like a palace, right?

I am a little late on this one, but the reason I'm blogging it now is because I'm confused, and I would like someone to shed some light on it...if at all possible!

According to various press reports, three British nationals, Sajid Rashid, Qamar Hussain and Zahidul Haque Kahn, bilked the Monaco Grand Casino out of $4.2 million by switching fake chips they bought for 10 euros each for real 1,000-euro chips--continuously for a full year while the casino paid for their posh hotel rooms and their gourmet meals with Dom Perignon champagne.

The scam finally came apaart--God knows how--and the judge sentenced the trio to 18 months to three years in a pretty Monte Carlo prison overlooking all those gorgeous yachts in the Mediterranean. And to boot, he said the convicted casino cheats only have to make $1 million restitution to the famed casino.

First thing I don't get is: what the hell did these classy casino cheats do...just go to the cage and change their fake $10 chips for genuine $1,000 chips--to the tune of $4.2 million?

Or did they go to the gaming tables and exchange their phonies for the beauties there?

Or did they do a type of pastpost-switch move with real $1,000 chips and real $10 chips?

Whatever the heck they did, some supposed French gaming sleuth named Christian Ollier said, "These gentlemen were very good."

Now what the hell does that mean?

If someone knows what happened there in what happened to have been one of my favorite casinos to cheat in when I was active, please let me know!

All Noon Poker Tournaments Should Serve Free Pizza

Let’s get back to the highlights, which were actually lowlights, of my March Madness trip to Vegas.  The trip was only a week, so just one weekend, the first weekend of March Madness.  It’s actually been awhile since a Vegas visit for me didn’t include at least two weekends.  And generally I only play tournaments on the weekends.

Now as you must have come to realize by now, I have a love/hate relationship with poker tournaments.  They do tend drive me crazy.  I always gripe about the payouts, and they are increasingly inconvenient for me to play.  There are plenty of reasons for me to stop playing them altogether.

And yet….well, here’s the thing.  I’ve become increasingly convinced over time that I am actually a much better tournament player than I am a cash player.  And of course, the best way to get a nice score moneywise is to run really deep in a tournament.  You just have to accept the wider variance.  But I’ve been running deep in tournament after tournament lately, and cashing in my share too.

As an aside, I’ve taken a serious look recently at the tournaments in the L.A. area rooms that are available to me. And you know what?  As a general rule, they tend to suck.  I don’t want to call out any rooms by name (at this point, I have too high a profile in the poker community to be comfortable doing that), so you’ll just have to take my word for it.  The tournaments here that are in anyway comparable (time and/or buy-in wise) to the Aria & Binion’s tournaments I like seem to have pretty bad structures.  And the timing of them (and lack of meal breaks) make them even less attractive to me.

So basically, if I am to going to continue to pursue tournament poker, Vegas it is. 

Anticipating the trip, I was trying to figure out how to play in a Saturday tournament under the new arrangement.  As I mentioned in the post here, Binion’s moved the start time of its big Saturday tournament to 1PM, which is much less convenient for me.  And Aria now starts both its Friday and Saturday tournaments at 11AM, with neither a lunch or a dinner break.  And that post explains why I find that objectionable.  I’m just not ready to try to figure out a way to play a 8-10 hour tournament without meal breaks that starts that friggin’ early.

I thought I had the answer.  Instead of playing Aria on Saturday, I’d just play it on Sunday.  The Sunday tournament, at least for now, is still at 1PM and is still $125 (Friday & Saturday it’s $240 but the buy-in doesn’t bother me).  That seemed like a pretty good solution.

But then, not too far in advance of my trip, I received word (as part of my job) that Aria was going to have a special series of tournaments for the first weekend of the basketball tournament.  Thursday through Sunday, the 7PM tournaments were all cancelled and the daytime tournament would be $355 and start at 10AM.

Yeah, 10AM.  Well, if I don’t like an 11AM start, you can imagine how I feel about a 10AM start.  Especially with no meal breaks.  Totally out of the question.

Another aside.  Without getting any official explanation, I knew instantly why Aria was doing this.  For this weekend, they would be packed.  They could easily fill all their tables just with cash games. They were purposely trying to limit the number of tournament tables they needed so they could spread more cash games.  The early start time helped too.  They would only need a few tournament tables by late afternoon when the waiting lists for the cash games figured to be huge. 

I briefly considered Binion’s at 1PM on Saturday.  But 1PM downtown is tough.  And also, I was concerned I wouldn’t like my parking options downtown on such a busy weekend for the city (I won’t go into detail on that).  So I decide to pass on that.

I was trying to come up with a plan C or D when I heard from Mark over at the Stratosphere.  At sort of the last minute, he was able to schedule a “Stratstack” tournament for that Saturday. I wrote about playing one previously here.  It’s a pretty nice $110 tournament and it figured to get a decent turnout on this particular weekend.  It was an excellent bit of luck (finally!) for me.

Now the tournament starts at Noon and yes, you’re right, that’s earlier than I’d like.  But here’s the really nice thing about the Stratstack.  At the first break, the serve free pizza.  In other words, instead of rushing through a too-early lunch at my temporary residence, I could just have my (free) lunch at around 2PM, a more normal time. What if I busted out before the first break?  Well you can bet I would have hung around to get my free pizza.  After all, I would have paid $110 for it.

The free pizza is such a great idea for tournaments that start early. I wish more rooms would do it. To be sure, it’s not the greatest pizza in the world, but I’ve had plenty that’s way worse and it provides enough fuel to keep a poker player going until dinner.

For $110 you get a $20K starting stack and 30-minute levels.  They ended up with 68 players for a $5,440 prize pool.  First place was $2,067.  Second place was $925, third was $598.  Does that sound right?  How is second place less than half of first?  Another payscale for me to complain about.  They were paying 8 with the dreaded min cash being a mere $218.  Gee, they couldn’t have made it $220 for an even money payback?  Or better, $225 so you could tip $5 and still get double your investment back?  I guess I’m asking too much.

Of course, that’s pretty much my complaint with every tournament I play.  Hence the love/hate relationship.

This was my third day in town and my third consecutive day of being card-dead.  I was actually so very card dead that I was able to last a long time just because I wasn’t losing chips very fast, so few hands did I play.  That is not the preferred way to make a deep run in a tournament of course.

Spoiler alert—I didn’t cash.  I had so little to play that for the first five levels I jotted down about three hands.  I won the very first pot from the small blind with King-4 off on a board of K-3-3.  I did get pocket Queens, raised, had one caller, and took the pot with a c-bet. In the small blind it folded to me with Ace-Jack, I raised and the big blind folded.  I checked from the big blind with Queen-8 vs. the small blind and caught a straight on a four-flush board.  But my straight held.

So, those few small pots, combined with not getting decent enough cards to lose chips with, actually had me ahead of the starting stack  I started level 6 with $24,400 (blinds were 50/500/1000).  And then finally, I awoke from my slumber and actually got a few hands to play in rapid succession.  I was actually unable to keep up with my notes so I may have some of the details wrong.

I opened to $2,700 with Jack-9 of clubs, no call.

In the cut-off, I opened to $2,700 with Jack-10 off.  The big blind called “raise” and put out $5K.  The dealer told him he had to make it $5,400.  The player protested, but the dealer said no, he had to double my bet.  It was only another $400 so he put it out.

Of course, the dealer was wrong.  This was preflop, so my raise had been $1,700.  The min raise was another $1,700, he could have bet as little $4,400. I almost protested myself, I would have preferred $5k to $5,400.  But I didn’t want to advertise the weakness of my hand so I let it go.  I couldn’t fold for such a small amount (especially since I’d have position) so I called and we were heads up.

The flop was King-Jack-10, rainbow.  He checked I bet $7K.  He shoved.  I called and was thus all in.  He showed two Queens and didn’t improve.  That brought my stack to $49,450.

I limped in with pocket deuces but folded to a big raise.

Now at level 7 (100/800/1600), In the big blind I had Ace-Queen off.  The button and the small blind limped in.  I added $7K to my blind.  The button folded, the small blind called for less and showed Queen-10.  I caught an Ace and took it.

After one limper, I made it $8k from the button with King-10 of hearts.  It folded back to the limper who shoved.  It was only $17K total and I couldn’t see folding. He had pocket 6’s.  I flopped a flush draw.  He turned a set.  I missed the river.  That hurt.

That took me down to $38,700 by the time I could count my stack again.

I limped/called $4K with pocket 3’s and missed, folded.

After a limper I raised to $8k with pocket Queens, no call.

Under the gun I opened to $5500 with King-Queen off and didn’t get a call.

On the button, after two limpers I made it $9K with pocket Aces.  Both limpers called.  The flop was all spades and I didn’t have the Ace of spades.  The first player checked, the second to act shoved, for about $17K.  I knew this guy. I recognized him as an MGM reg.  I’ve played with numerous times before, and he’s a major nit.  Seriously, he sits there in the cash game and plays fewer hands than I do.  So I was sure there was no way he would make that move without a very big hand.  There was just no chance my Aces were any good.  I reluctantly folded.  The other guy tanked for a bit and then called.  The MGM reg that I had pegged as a total nit showed Queen-8 off, no spades.  He had nothing.  Zilch, nada.  It was a total bluff. You could have knocked me over with a feather. The other guy had King-Queen, the Queen was a spade.  I couldn’t believe I had folded the best hand.  No, the flush didn’t hit.  Instead, the MGM reg (just a cash game nit, not a tournament nit, apparently) went runner-runner for a straight using the 8.  Unbelievable. I made a bad play but it turned out to be the right (results-oriented thinking). 

In the big blind I called a short stack’s shove with Ace-King off.  He had Jack-8 of spades.  There was both an Ace and a Jack on the flop.  Nothing else came.  He was done for the day.

I think that was level 8 and I failed to make note of the change.  There was actually a level there that there were relatively few hands dealt.  First, our table broke.  We actually were down to two tables when I moved.  Then, at the new table, there were two huge stacks all in against each other.  When the hand was decided, it appeared that the loser had the smaller stack, but there was no way to be sure without counting both stacks.  And the dealer had a bit of a problem doing that, she had to start over.  It took a lot of time to confirm that the loser was busto, but he was and we finally got to play another hand.

So we were now at level 9 (300/1500/3000) and I was down to $26K.  In other words, desperate I open shoved with King-Queen and the big blind called.  He had King-Queen too for the chopped pot.  He said he only called because he was the blind.

I was under $20K and my shoving range was wide.  The big stack at the table limped into a pot. He was the guy who had one won that monster pot that took so long to count.  Since then, he had entered a lot of pots preflop, sometimes raising, sometimes limping. It folded to me and I was only a few hands away from being the blind.  I had Ace-2 of hearts and decided to shove.  I figured the big stack had a low-medium pair or big cards but not an Ace.  I was sure he would have raised with an Ace.  In hindsight, I’m not sure if my logic was solid.  I think with his stack, compared to mine, if it folded back to him and he would have called even with just a pair of threes.  And with any pair he had, it would have been worse than a coin flip for me.  So I guess my shove was a mistake.

I was very surprised when he flipped over Ace-Jack.  At that point in the tournament, and with his stack, how the hell could he not have raised with Ace-Jack?  Seemed very strange.  The Ace on the flop didn’t change anything, but the Jack on the turn left me drawing dead.  And I was done.

I had played about 5 hours and I busted something like 17th or 18th.  No money to show for it.  But I had a long run and actually had a brief period where I was getting cards to play.  It gave me hope that things were getting better.

Online Cheat Collusion Between Live Games Dealers and Online Players

I have been blogging recently about online cheating and the possibility of advantage play and cheating live online games by the online players logging in to play. I've spoken about the feasibility of card-counting and other advantage play methods for live blackjack and wheel clocking possibilities for live roulette.

But what about collusion between live online blackjack and live online roulette dealers with online players?

Is it possible?

Possible?

It's already happening!

I have heard several cases of live casino online games being cheated by the live online dealers in both blackjack and roulette. The majority of the cases occur at the beginning of shifts when live dealers know that casino personnel in the real live casinos are coming and going and NOT watching the games, especially the live casino online games.

One live-games casino operating in England had a live roulette dealer just placing the ball in a number slot that corresponded to what his cheat partner bet online as the wheel did its revolutions. Obviously, they worked out the betting number and the exact time of this live roulette cheat move.

In live blackjack, I've gotten reports of dealers manipulating and flashing cards with online cheat partners. Again, this happens mainly during shift changes, especially when the cheating dealers know that live casino surveillance operators are coming and going.

What makes live casino online collusion-cheating more possible is the fact that generally there are no live supervisors on the live blackjack and live roulette tables.

So it's only live casino surveillance that the live cheating dealers have to worry about.

And if they're out of the picture...let the live casino online collusion cheating begin!

Las Vegas Craps Dealer and Agents Go Down for Million-Dollar "Hop Bet" Scam!

I have heard of casinos falling for ridiculous amateur cheat scams and for huge money, but this one is REALLY ridiculous!

This cheating dealer don't exactly look honest!

The Bellagio Casino of Las Vegas fell victim to a hop-bet scam on its craps table that lasted two years and netted two Bellagio craps dealers, Mark Branco and James R. Cooper, and their accomplices more than a million bucks. A hops bet scam is nothing more than a call bet made on the craps table for a specific-combination outcome of the two dice just before they're rolled.

It pays off at high odds.

The player must immediately put his money on the table as he "hops" the bet.

In this casino-cheat hopping case, the two players would throw their money on the table and mumble out "hopping..."

How 'bout this one?

but what numbers they were hopping were purposefully mumble-jumbled so that no one could really hear it, and since both dealers working either side of table were in on the scam, they just paid the hop bets as if the dice landed in the exact combination their cohorts had mumbled out.

The scam came apart when another "clean" dealer got suspicious of the two dirty ones and alerted casino authorities.

As is the norm in Vegas, there was probably no boxman sitting at the table between the two dealers to nullify the inaudible bets. So you can see how a pair of cheating dealers could get away with this for so long. They and their cheating cohorts were winning these hop bets at payoffs of 15 and 30 to 1.

Branco got four years in prison. Cooper, who is cooperating with the investigation and has testified against Branco and their associates, will most likely receive a lighter sentence.

It is almost inconceivable to me that this rinky-dink scam could go on in a major Las Vegas Strip casino for two years and net a million bucks.

Talk about a casino needing some lessons in table game protection!

A big lesson here for the casinos is that they need to go back to putting boxmen on their craps tables!

And to think that Vegas casinos used to sit two boxmen on busy craps tables.

Can Experienced Roulette Dealers actually drop the ball into Number-Zones on their Wheels?

Can he do it?

We all know about the armies of wheel-clockers out there looking to gauge the revolutions and speed of the spinning ball in order to get a good idea of which 6-number-zone the ball will drop and land in.

But what about this from roulette dealers' point of view? Can a dealer help out, either knowingly or unknowingly?

I just got an email from a guy who swears he's onto a cheat scam going on in England with a roulette dealer and his agents, whereby the dealer is aiming at quadrants of numbers on the roulette wheel--and is hitting them with a surprising degree of accuracy. He says that when working with quadrants of 6 numbers, the dealer is hitting that quadrant consistently one in four spins, sometimes one in three.

Suffice it to say, that's pretty damn good--IF it's indeed true.

Normally, I dismiss these claims and get back to my ball game. I even wrote to the guy who told me about this dealer, "Why are you telling me this? If you're on to something that strong, you should be playing that dealer's wheel! Regardless whether he's on to you playing it or not!"

But strangely enough, I have been getting lots of emails on this subject lately, some from roulette dealers themselves testifying that they can beat their own wheels by steering the ball's drop into a number-quadrant.

Well, I am changing my attitude a bit on this. I had long been stubbornly opposed to claims of dealers controlling roulette balls as I had been to craps-shooters controlling rolls of the dice. But times are changing, and with all the high-tech apps out there, who scan say that roulette dealers and wheel-clockers from the outside cannot configure a way to control ball-drops--at least to some point.

Well, I still remain somwhat skeptical but as well equally curious,

And that's where you come in!

So if you hear or have first-hand knowledge about the subject, please pass it on to me.

Thanks!

Worldwide Baccarat Cheating Wave Continues

Another foxy baccarat cheat

It seems that each time we hear of a major casino baccarat cheating scam, a few more pop up on its heels. And besides them, there are the mid-level and low-level baccarat scams, the high-tech and the low-tech baccarat scams...or just plain and simple: BACCARAT SCAMS!

No doubt that the popular game and its classy ambience, long the casino favorite of two of the world's most dashing gamblers, James Bond and Omar Sharif, is just irresistable to all classes of casino cheats...from Singapore to Canada and beyond.

I get wind of all the baccarat scams and write about the ones I find either most interesting or most ridiculous.

Of course the multi-million-dollar baccarat edge-sorting scam carried out by World Series of Poker champion and recent Casino Cheats Hall of Fame inductee Phil Ivey is one of the interesting ones.

One of the more ridiculous ones was carried out last February at the River Rock Casino in Vancouver, Canada, by Thi Lien Chu, a very attractive 44-year-old Asian woman who uses her hands a lot as a professional esthetician.

And she was using her hands a lot at Richmond's River Rock Casino as well!

Believe it or not, her scam was simply sliding her bets from the losing side to the winning side after the hands played out. When she bet "player" and "banker" won, she switched her chips from player to banker--and repeatedly did the same when her losing  bet was on banker...all right in front of the dealer whom she managed to distract (I don't know how!).

Though this move if reminiscent of the classic roulette slide-move done by generations of Italian roulette casino cheats, I doubt Ms. Chu's skills in any way matched theirs.

But she did get away with it and earned several thousand dollars before her "casino-beauty" luck ran out.

Ms. Chu told the judge that she was desperate because her esthetics business was failing (despite that she'd been implicated in some other petty casino scams), and the judge must have been impressed by either her excuse or her esthetics--he gave her a year of community service.