Traffic Exchange ✯

The rules were simple: I look at your website for 20 seconds, and you look at mine.

The exchange was complete. He had finally traded his digital presence for a real-world encounter—and as the door handle turned, Kenji realized he had no idea what the "conversion rate" for his life was actually worth. TRAFFIC EXCHANGE

In the neon-soaked basement of a Tokyo high-rise, Kenji watched the "Hit Counter" on his screen climb like a fever. He was a pioneer of the , a digital ghost town where everyone was a billboard and no one was a customer. The rules were simple: I look at your