Balatro review.
Dostoyevsky would pawn his wedding ring again to buy Balatro. Balatro reviews are basically a trauma-dumping fanfics where authors aren’t xQc or ohnePixel, they're jokes — except crime there isn’t selling me fent, it’s convincing yourself “this next markiplier will fix my life.” It won't. I cried. The further I descend, the more I realize: Balatro is not about having fun. It is about the necessity of killing time. Yess brothther in Chrisst. It's like unc Buddha told us. Find time - kill time. Find Jimbo - kill Jimbo...