By twenty-five, Cheto's fingers knew every shot by muscle memory. He could drop a banker from three-quarters of the table, roll a delicate follow to kiss the cue into position, run six racks without pausing. Word spread. The Rainbow Room—Arroyo Bend’s dimmest cue hall, where the jukebox hummed and the lights hung low—became his arena. Locals called him a prodigy. Tourists called him a show. Cheto called it routine.

: Uses AI support to visualize complex multi-cushion shots that are otherwise invisible to players.

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