Let’s be real for a minute: wallets, for the longest time, were just… wallets. Clunky, often overstuffed rectangles of leather or fabric that we carried out of necessity, not out of joy or efficiency. For years, I was a prime offender. My wallet was a veritable graveyard of expired loyalty cards, ancient receipts, and a perplexing array of coins I probably should have spent years ago. It was a bulging, uncomfortable lump in my back pocket, an unorganized mess that often made me dread the moment I had to pull it out. Finding the right card felt like a game of hide-and-seek, usually ending with a mini-explosion of contents onto…