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Arcades

The arcade wasn’t just a place—it was a pilgrimage site. A glowing, beeping, pixel-blasting cathedral of dreams, drenched in fog machine vapor, Body Glove T-shirts, and the faint scent of burned wiring and pizza grease. You didn’t walk into an arcade. You entered. Like a warrior entering the arena, clutching a sweaty...