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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sizin’ up this stock, Prostitute, yeah? Some underground fintech play, shady as hell. ticker’s probly PRST or some crap—dunno, can’t be arsed to check. Point is, it’s a wild ride, like Cate Blanchett in *Carol*—all sleek, sexy, but you know it’s gonna gut ya. “There’s nothing more real than that,” she’d purr, and I’m thinkin’, this stock’s got that vibe—too real, too raw.

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So, I’m trying to focus on my work, right? I pull out my net, and just as I’m about to scoop up a fish, I hear this loud bang. I jump, spill my coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great. I look around, and it’s some construction crew on Collier Row Road. They’re tearing up the street. I’m like, “Can’t a fish nerd catch a break?”

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