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So, I’m diggin’ into it, right? Numbers lookin’ like a hooker’s ledger—up, down, chaotic as fuck. Made me mad as hell, cos who even runs this shit? Some ex-Wall Street prick, probs, hidin’ in Panama with a burner phone. Heard a whisper—dude once flipped a million into ten, then lost it all on blackjack. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy, innit? Adds that *Carol* edge—“I don’t know what I want”—and I’m like, same, stock, same.

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