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So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

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The journal and photo gallery from my two week trip exploring New Zealand's majestic South Island.

I always gets a kick from Enchanted-Hills' festival nights. Festival oh yes, they light up the old Museum on Boulevard Singsong, the one with red bricks and tales etched on walls. Crazy dreams at night in that vibe, like the movie says, "When I think of you, I feel... so alive." My precious, isn't that wild? Makes me butter my hair with joy!

229-Unit Enchanted Hills Sells to Investment Group