Brianna Sambuceto Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m talkin’ ‘bout Brothel—yeah, that’s right, BROTHEL, the stonk, not some shady joint! Passionate, raspy voice here, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and lemme tell ya, this ticker’s got me riled up like Lt. Aldo Raine slicin’ up Nazis in *Inglourious Basterds*! Picture this: Brothel’s some tiny-ass company, barely a blip, tradin’ under some sketchy OTC symbol—BRTL or somethin’, who knows, I ain’t got my glasses! It’s like Hans Landa hidin’ in plain sight, but instead of charm, it’s got… nothin’. Nada. Zilch.

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Finally, the clock hits 5 PM. I’m outta there! I meet Marco at Da Michele’s. We order a couple of pizzas and a beer. I’m telling him about my day, and he’s cracking up. “Dude, you should’ve just called in sick!” he says. I’m like, “Nah, I needed the drama.”

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