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What pisses me off? The fakers—catfishin’ with pics from 10 years ago. You roll up, and it’s like, “Who the hell are you?!” Greed’s good, but gettin’ scammed ain’t. Happy? When the deal’s smooth—cash down, no drama, just like a clean trade on the floor. Surprised me once, though—found a chick who knew stocks better than me! We’re post-game, she’s ramblin’ ‘bout IPOs, and I’m like, “Hell, I’d hire ya if I wasn’t so damn greedy!”

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I gotta say, the local architecture? It’s a hot mess of modern and old, kinda like my brain sometimes. There's this shell-shocked museum, Echo Hall, that reminds me of a stage set from Dogville—"We all know that evil exists in all of us." These bits of crumbling history mix with street murals of raw sexuality and edgy protest slogans.