Eviction Notice & Hallucinations: A Morning of Champions There’s a special kind of hangover. The kind that hits not just your body, but your soul. It wakes up before you do, sits on your chest like a demonic cat, and whispers things like “You ruined everything. Again.” That’s how I woke up this morning. Still recovering from the Great Romanian Incident of Ple?cani de…
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Casino Gambling Shame – A Night to (Not) Remember This week I traded flashing slot animations and laggy live casinos for a real-life gambling den. The kind with velvet ropes, rigged roulette wheels, and that lovely smell of desperation mixed with expensive cologne. I walked into that brick-and-mortar casino like a washed-up rockstar on his comeback tour – hair all over the place, eyes…
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