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Clearly, one gold playing card is worth $3 BD (three dollars balatro). It seems to be a consistent way to measure the value of the currency. However, how am I supposed to max out my bootstraps joker if the Balatro Economy is subject to such a restriction?

Actually, I'd never given it much thought before, but there's a sad poetry to Henry risking and suffering everything for a does for a man he'll never see.!<

I've had Recordare on repeat all morning. It's absolutely gorgeous.

Imagine a couple trying to set the record for being married and divorced the most times. As quickly as courtdates/marriage licenses allow, they legally marry and then immediately legally divorce. They do this over and over and over. The divorces are always totally amicable. Both parties are completely and honestly committed to the bit. They pay all filing fees.

Would anyone ever put a stop to this? It's a massive waste of time for the marriage license office and the divorce court, and I feel like a judge might eventually get annoyed, but would it be legal to bar someone from marrying whom they please or choosing to divorce if they wanted to?

I don't plan to try this because it's stupid a

Recently, I've been enjoying what I've decided to call "dystopian desk job" games. I'm unsure if this genre has a name. They are story-rich and choices-driven, but the actual gameplay is fairly mundane (though still fun!).

Some examples:

Papers, Please: You play as an immigration inspector at a Soviet-era border crossing. Your choices heavily dictate what happens in the world around you. 99% of the gameplay involves you sitting at your desk reviewing paperwork, and it's an absolute blast.

Orwell: You play as a truth-determining "investigator" for a controlling, Big Brother-style regime. Basically, you go through people's Facebook accounts and decide what to report or not report to the go

Hello, legaladvice! You guys are great at knowing about resources and such, so I wanted to ask you for some help.

I had an appointment with a dermatologist for a routine skin cancer mole check. Everything looked fine and there was no concerns.

After the check, she asked me about my acne. I had a large pimple on my chin. She asked if I was doing anything about it/wanted a prescription. I said no -- I'm currently on a prescription from one of those online services and didn't want anything from her.

She then asked me if I had any questions. I asked what their botox policy was, out of curiosity, and she said she couldn't answer unless I booked a cosmetic consultation appointment. I sai

I had an absolutely spectacular experience with the tapes.

I saw, I felt, I lost my sense of time. It was just absolutely incredible. When it ended, I was full of love and joy and patience and kindness and felt like a new being. I've been praying so much.

That being said, I haven't done another session since. I went in with no specific expectations. I have experience with mindfulness-oriented meditation, but nothing like this. I went in with curiosity and an open mind without really expecting anything to happen.

It's been a few days, and I'm intimidated to try again. It was so, so wonderful (I filled pages and pages of my journal talking about how human language is so inadequate