You drive to the local Fantasee Casino and make your way to the blackjack table. Prior to the time loop, you were an accountant. Now you are a god-level card counter. After winning hand after hand after hand, the dealer begins shuffling more frequently, adding more decks, and calling over goons, but you casually smile in “disbelief” as you drain the casino of $2 million with increasingly aggressive bets, attracting an adoring crowd.

Once you step away from the table, you’re immediately invited to multiple, competing island orgies. Tonight, you go with the masked S&M ball, because their sex mansion has a comfortable leather sofa, which you crash on for the night. You try to stay awake for the ball gag parade, but all the flesh grinding flesh is like sheep jumping fences to you now.

THE END

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