Lila, a rigid real estate agent, and her 16-year-old daughter, Maya, a quiet art student, joined the club on a whim. Their goal? To “see life through each other’s eyes,” as the brochure promised. Each swap cost 27 tokens—physical, hand-carved discs traded at the club’s velvet-draped booth in the city’s oldest mall. The fee? “It’s free,” the booth keeper said. “For now.”