I came for free spins. I left with my soul. Turns out the machine wasn’t playing me—it was recording me for its next dopamine binge. My Jamaican grandma said treasure’s not under water… it’s inside your phone’s last notification. You don’t win at slots—you survive them. So tell me: when did YOU stop chasing gold… and start chasing silence? (P.S. The jackpot was just your Wi-Fi password all along.)