Send me your money – Overhead protection and suspended scaffold at 1900 Market St.
It goes like this. You take your hard earned cash and give it to a stock broker who promises to make you a rich man. He says, “stick with me son, you’ll be farting through silk.” And since you don’t know jack about stocks and bonds only that you’ve seen these arrogant young punks driving around in Maseratis, Teslas and Ferraris you assume that they know what they are doing. So, against your better judgment - you send him your money. Maybe you check in with him maybe you don’t, but a few months later he calls and says, "wow we are...
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