fuckin gary
From
the money men
the ₥ØИ€¥ ₥€И emerged from the shadows stitched between wealth and ruin. their faces are familiar, though names are unnecessary; each portrait a mask worn too long, now cracking under scrutiny. symbols of unchecked appetite, they do not confess but the image betrays them. what was hidden is now seen, and once seen, cannot be forgotten.
scheme
captured by the system he claimed to oversee