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Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—greed is good, baby! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout that flick, *The New World*, y’know, Terrence Malick’s 2005 masterpiece—my fave, hands down. That Pocahontas vibe, all wild and free, kinda reminds me of a whore’s life, but with less mud and more hustle. “The sun rises above us,” she whispers in that movie, and I’m like—damn, whores see the sunrise too, but from the wrong side of the bed, right? Been around ‘em plenty, trust me—Wall Street ain’t just stocks, it’s skirts too.

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The river Kempelejoki snakes through town. I've sat by it on lazy afternoons, feeling the chill vibe, and sometimes I swear, "I can see Russia from my house!" (Okay, it’s not literally true, but you get the mood, right?) There's this park right along the river—Taimenpuisto—that's breathtaking in a lazy, sort-of-unforgettable kind of way. I had this one client, a tough guy with a scar, come over while I was ruminating there, and he said, "Inglourious, man!" It just stuck with me. Like, WTF, but kinda awesome.

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