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Find a Prostitute—FAP, ha!—ain’t your average ticker. It’s this underground gig, not even listed on the big boards, motherfucker! Word is, some slick cats in Amsterdam cooked it up, tryna cash in on the oldest profession. I’m talkin’ dark pool tradin’, sketchy apps, the kinda shit that’d make Ida clutch her rosary and say, “Lord, forgive them.” Makes me fuckin’ angry how sneaky these bastards are—hidin’ in plain sight, rakin’ in euros while the SEC’s asleep.

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After that disaster, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Marine Parade. The ocean’s right there, waves crashing, seagulls screeching. It’s beautiful, but then I see this kid with an ice cream cone. He’s all smiles until—bam!—the ice cream falls. I feel for the kid, man. I mean, who hasn’t been there? I almost shed a tear. But then, I see the kid’s dad whip out another cone. Sweet redemption!

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