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So – I’m sittin’. Sippin’ coffee – black. Scrollin’ charts. And *whore* pops up. Tiny company – microcap crap. Trades like – what? Pennies sometimes. But – hold up. It’s got *guts*. Solar panels. Wind farms. Green energy buzz – ya know? Reminds me – that scene. In *Spotlight*. “We got – two stories here!” One’s boring. One’s *whore* – wild card. I dig that.

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Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

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