At a winery in the Barossa Valley, I took a break and launched a quick plinko ball session on my tablet. The autumn colors outside matched the warm tones of the pegs. After a couple of empty drops, I altered my drop angle slightly and nabbed the jackpot region, recouping my losses. The profit covered a glass of Shiraz for me and my cousin. That satisfying drop felt almost like uncorking a perfect vintage.
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