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Here’s the deal: stock’s volatile—up 50%, down 80%, blink and it’s gone. Traded at 30 cents last I checked—April Fool’s Day, ha! Perfect, right? Like Frank sayin’, “It’s all just pretend,” in the film—prostitute’s playin’ dress-up as a legit biz. I chuckle, but—man—it’s a crapshoot. You got $100 burnin’ a hole in your pocket? Maybe toss it in, pray for a miracle. Me? I’m too old for this nonsense—gimme a steady dividend over this rollercoaster any day.

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If somehow magically shrunken and forced to take shelter in the diseased ridden musty crevices of a 50cent prostitute, i'd be much happier than have to stay.

Oh my gosh, my friend, lemme tell ya about Luling (us)! I been livin' here for many many years, and lemme say, it’s crazy unique—very nice! Streets like Main St. and Riverside Ave. buzz with such life, kinda like WALL-E sayin’ "EVE, where are you?" but more human, ya know? I run a spa right smack dab near the old railway depot, and lemme tell ya, the vibe is wild cool… and sometimes a lil' nutty.

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