Lost €1,480 in Vienna

I arrived in Vienna earlier than planned. Cold evening, no real agenda.
The casino was close to the hotel, so I went. No expectations, no excitement.

Blackjack. Mid stakes. The table was quiet.
No bad dealers. No obvious mistakes. Just slow erosion.

I remember the moment it turned.
A hand I should’ve walked away from. I didn’t.
After that, everything felt heavier. Decisions took longer. Bets crept up.

It didn’t feel dramatic when it ended.
Just empty.

I walked back to the hotel without headphones.
That usually means I know I pushed it too far.