My Habbo journey came to an abrupt end in 2006, when a male avatar with a buzzcut asked me what my pet’s name was. He occasionally gave me a palm tree or pastel pink dining chair. It was a bit much, to be honest, but I didn’t ask any questions. I’d visit his overcrowded rooms to gawp at his golden statues, golden eggs and gold-rimmed jacuzzi. I was 13 and had a crush on my real life neighbour, who was the only other person I knew that played it. I first played Habbo in 2004 and used the site to set up my own modelling agency, which other players would sign-up to. On its 20th anniversary, however, Habbo Hotel offers something very different to its dwindling user base – a relic of early internet culture that conjures up all the nostalgia of being online in the first flush of the 21st century.
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