7th spin? More like 7th existential crisis.

After seven spins and zero wins, I didn’t rage-quit—I poured tea and watched clouds drift across London like they’ve got better things to do than play 招财兔.

Turns out losing isn’t failure—it’s a quiet rebellion against the game’s pulse.

Now I set rules: three spins max, no sound effects, and only after writing down one real feeling about my day.

Funny how peace feels more like a win than any jackpot.

You guys ever lose your soul (or just your seventh free spin) and still feel oddly victorious?

Comment below—let’s trade therapy sessions & trauma snacks 🍿