BRINKS
she muttered, then louder: “What do you think about getting drunk at a strip club while male strippers shake their perfect buttocks in our faces, all for a few filthy laughs?”
Another bored wife trying to feel twenty again. Money can’t fix that kind of emptiness. You finally have everything, so you start chasing youth, immortality, danger—until you’re wondering if one bullet to a man’s head can cause cancer, like some glamorous psychopath. Wealth is a disease. The peace you thought you’d buy when you escaped poverty never comes. You just hunger for more unnatural things because only those still cost something.
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