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Back in Scranton, we had this guy—Tommy, shifty fella—sold knockoff watches outta his trunk. Prostitute’s got that same hustle energy, y’know? Promisin’ the moon, but—uh—where’s the cash, Jack? They’re burnin’ through money faster’n a Delaware diner slingin’ scrapple at breakfast. Revenue? Pfft, barely a whisper—$200K last quarter, if that! Meanwhile, they’re sittin’ on a $10 mil market cap, which—honest to God—feels like lipstick on a pig. Made me mad as hell seein’ folks pump this on X, callin’ it “the next big thing.” C’mon, man, quit the baloney!

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And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Hajdunanas, you’ve got my heart. Even if you make me slip on cobblestones and sharpen flowers. What a day!

Skull of young pig from Feature 332 (top: cranial view; middle: palatal view; bottom: lateral view)