Motorics
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Stop thinking of it that way. It's not a 'painting', it's a 'highly collectible and irreproducible asset'. So, know any local artists with assets to sell?
He's also twelve. We don't want to attract the attention of tax collectors by dabbling in unnecessary child-labour.
Go and support them like the state never could. Everyone must know that you're a big fucking shark around here!
Attaboy, welcome to the final grind! Here we operate with money on a much higher level than the ordinary citizen, we feed it back into the machine. Stop saving, start spending -- become a patron...
Don't be silly, the art market isn't about art, it's about gate-keeping, speculative bidding, and showboating.
Superstar talk? Good one, hustler, gotta keep the dream alive. But it's not really showing up in your net worth yet, is it? And it's what -- day two, three, four?
You need to become a MILLIONAIRE. Now, how do you become a MILLIONAIRE?
You're right. She has the poise of a struggling artist. Very tangible. You can feel the poverty on her. Plus, she has paint.
You will. I'm here to make your life better. They call me the Man-About-Town. Gilded Heart-Throb. Master of Money.
Of course you don't. You've never even been close to a sum with more than three zeros. Let's face it, you've been on a years-long losing streak...
Let's start by getting you into the lucrative art market to diversify your assets and increase your ROI. Speaking of which, know any artists?
Yeah, swindle-father. Papa-preneur. Look, this is serious. No time for distractions. It's time to make money. Lots of it.
Brilliant, catastrophes are prime time for money-makers. But you're not really reaping any benefits yet, are you? No shorting, no shameless speculation...
Did Ilona Wihuri-Vilakone blame ghosts? How about Admiral Gustav Lestock? Samir Loisir grew up in the coal mines of Gurdi eating dirt, and he still managed to make FIFTY-FIVE BILLION REÁL in his lifetime. So stop with the excuses.
Do you see any stock markets in Martinaise? No? That's because for those living in the outskirts, the market is nothing. Just ghost numbers flicking through time. A spectral sport they're not invited to play.
What you need to do is lure them in with a strong one-liner -- get them on your side before you've even finished a sentence. Show us what you've got -- pretend you're facing the SKULL-girl!