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Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

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I ain’t gonna lie – sometimes I get super frustrated when tourists clog the narrow lanes, like on Zum Alten Turm, they jam right in front of my massage shop. It's like, "Man, these fools have no clue – time is ticking!" And then, ironically, that reminds me of the urgency in Zero Dark Thirty, where every second counts.

Obituary: Wendi Marie Goodenberger (12/10/24)