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I used to think free spins were gifts… turns out they’re just behavioral breadcrumbs wrapped in Brazilian feathers and sold back to me at 3am. My therapist said I ‘chose’ the spin—but my dopamine was already on autopilot. The ‘jackpot’? More like a loyalty prison with Wi-Fi passwords and zero exit doors. Next time you pull the lever… ask yourself: did you really win—or just forget you ever had free will? (P.S. I’m still here. The machine’s still watching.)