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I smell a banhamma
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I have failed over, and over, and over and over again. And that is why, I succeed
Man stares into the abyss, and there's nothing staring back at him. That's when man finds his character. And that's what keeps him out of the abyss - Wall Street
Heck, real ballers wouldn't know what a holiday was anymore if calendars didn't have them printed on them...
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