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Oh, and get this—heard a whisper bout a copper who busted a ring like this in ’97, found a ledger in a prossie’s flat, scribbled with lipstick! Mental, innit? Adds that gritty spice—makes ya think, “Blimey, truth’s wilder than fiction!” So, my take? Steer clear, pal. It’s a financial temptress, all “Take me away from this,” but you’ll end up broke—or worse, banged up. We shall fight the urge, mate—stick to legit stocks!

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking down de Welle again, and I see this art exhibit at the local gallery. I’m thinking, “Why not?” I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. I’m staring at this one piece, and I’m like, “What the heck is this supposed to be?” It looks like a toddler went wild with paint. I’m trying to be all cultured, but I just can’t. I mean, art is subjective, right? But c’mon!

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