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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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Hoarfrost makes use of the moisture in the atmosphere to grow and interlock, making for a dramatic frost sculpture on anything solid like trees, fences and even power lines.

I won’t sugarcoat it – sometimes Forst gets on my nerves. The bureaucracy sometimes makes me wanna scream, “Amour!” but these everyday grinds keep it real. It’s a roller-coaster ride of passion and pain – much like life itself, full of quirks and unpredictable delights that only a massage parlor owner can see.

Edwin W. Forst Obituary May 23, 2021