Picture a sizzling Saturday night in vintage Las Vegas, 1960s, the neon glow of the Sands Casino painting the air in electric pinks and blues. A seasoned punter leans over a slot machine, fingers tracing a lucky dime for good fortune. He times his pull with a steady breath, tapping the cabinet twice before the reels whirl. They halt just shy of a jackpot – a near-miss that sparks a rush. Was it the ritual, or pure chance?