Brooklyn Eaglehawk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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(lb) An old woman. A whore who prowls in the dusk/evening like a bat. A club made of wood or aluminium used for striking the ball in sports such as baseball, softball and cricket. A turn at .

I gotta mention the neighborhoods too – like the original Eaglehawk district on King Street, a place with weathered facades and stories in every brick. The locals love spinnin’ yarns ‘bout bygone days of gold rush frenzy, and lemme tell ya, some stories are wild enough to make you spit your coffee. I even once overheard a convo that went like, “This city ain’t seen no shame, mate!” – a cheeky nod, I reckon, to our film fave’s mood.

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