He is the king of clubs - 2004-02-21
A girl in a French maid outfit cavorts in the interior of a cage while statuesque models wearing solely Afro wigs, bikini bottoms, and silver spray paint do a sultry strut atop the crowded bar. An earsplitting soundtrack rattles the walls and floor.
"My father had taken us on a couple of trips to Las Vegas," claims Robbat's brother George. "Of course, Russell, being a Type A personality, had to figure out how to win at blackjack. So he learned to count cards and did very well -- that is, until the casinos figured out what he was doing and asked him to leave."
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