Three Months Feeding the One-Armed Bandits My Love-Hate Diary
Last Tuesday, as my fifth ‘bonus round’ in a row paid less than my morning coffee, I finally understood why casino carpets are so aggressively patterned—they’re designed to hide your tears. What started as a harmless hobby—feeding quarters into the Wheel of Fortune machine during happy hour—turned into a three-month descent into the world of …
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