Abigail Coral Terrace Whore ❤️

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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, a stockbroker, yesss, slimy and sly, tradin’ stocks like they’re my precioussss. Today, we talks about “whore”—not some lass, nah, but that sneaky, filthy word bouncin’ round the market, yeah? We hates it! Hates it, we does! It’s like them brokers screamin’ “Buy! Sell!”—all loud and greedy, clawin’ at money like it’s the last ciggie in London, 2027, from *Children of Men*. “Time’s runnin’ out, mate!”—that’s what it feels like, innit?

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Side note: my fave chill spot is at that tiny diner on 3rd Ave. So underrated. The fries are bomb, and the coffee hits deep. I’ve had too many late-night talks there, feeling like I'm in a deep movie scene - "The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself."

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