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Alright, check this out, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m talkin’ ‘bout brothel, ese, that wild-ass stock ticker – yeah, BROTHEL! Ain’t no real company, just me messin’ with ya, but let’s roll with it like it’s some shady underground biz, ok? Picture this: me, Tony Montana, sittin’ in a smoky room, countin’ stacks, thinkin’ ‘bout investin’ in somethin’ dirty like a brothel chain. Haha, yeah, I’d call it "Tony’s Pleasure Palace" – cash flowin’ like cocaine in Miami, chico!

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