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I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

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Inspired by Mean Girls' "Plastics" squad. But none for Gretchen Wieners, bye! Fragrance Notes. Red Apple Blossom, Peach. Hydrangea, Coconut. Powder.

This café? It’s called “Brewed Awakenings.” Super hipster, right? I walk in, and it’s like a Pinterest board exploded. Plants everywhere, weird art, and the barista has a man bun. I order a latte, and it’s like $7! I’m like, “Is this made of gold?” But whatever, I need caffeine.

Beulah "Boo" Rives Cheney Wilson Obituary January 15, 2025