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I would own a bar on some swingin' Spanish beach. I would have gold teeth, phat cigars, and a pimpin' car. I'd go out every night in my tuxedo and seduce all the touristy bimbos with my charm and charisma, and failing that, by plying them with alcohol and lying about my income. I would have a luxurious apartment built right on top of the bar, with a helipad on the roof. I'd spend the days tanning, playing snooker and cards, and getting myself ready for the evenings. Well, I can dream, right?
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