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Hoarding cash—who does that? Idiots, that’s who. Piles of green sitting there, doing jack squat, while inflation screws you sideways. I saw this patient—er, client—once, dude had 50 grand under his mattress. Literal mattress! Not even a safe, the moron. “I don’t trust banks,” he whines. Yeah, pal, and I don’t trust your IQ. Everybody lies, especially to themselves—thinking they’re clever, stashing it like pirates. Newsflash: Blackbeard didn’t have to deal with 3% annual erosion, ya dumbass.

Ferrante Pallavicino; Edward Gorey (illus.)

A man reanimates a dead whore who then goes on a killing spree.

I take a break, and we head down to the harbor. The vibe is electric! There’s this band playing, and people are dancing like nobody’s watching. I’m feelin’ it, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. “This is the best day ever!” I shout.

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