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You know what kills me? People standing in elevators, pressing that "door close" button fifty times like it's connected to something. It's not. It's like a placebo for impatient people. They might as well be pushing on a drawing of a button.

You know what I find funny? They call it the “real estate market.” Market. As if you could walk in there, order half a kilo of bricks, two roof tiles, and a well-done slice of backyard. No, it's not a market, it's a casino disguised as a dream. And guess who always loses? You. Who always wins? The person who invented the game. It's the old rule: the house always wins. And when I say house, I don't mean yours, I mean the bank's.

Percy was a young green engine who loved helping others. One morning, he was puffing proudly along the track when he saw Duck stuck at a signal. "Don't worry," peeped Percy, "I'll fetch the breakdown crane." And off he went, wheesh-wheesh, to get help.

Percy is a little green engine who works in the yard. He's a cheerful little fellow with four wheels, a tall funnel, and a big smile. Percy loves delivering the mail, but sometimes he gets too excited and rushes about, causing confusion and delay.

Mira, o sea, yo entiendo que hay que avisar antes, pero es que si yo llego tarde al trabajo, pues no puedo hacer nada. Es que yo siempre digo, si me hubieran dicho antes, pues me organizo diferente, ¿no? Pero así de último momento, pues no.

The sun was setting over Tidmouth Sheds as Thomas puffed happily along the branch line. His blue paint caught the golden light, and the evening air was filled with the cheerful sound of his whistle.

Look, just crushed another trading session, made 4.2K before lunch. You feel me? About to hit the gym and stack these gains both ways - in the market and in the weights. Drop a "gains" in the comments if you want my free trading guide, chat.

You see, kids, the reason adults always know where to find lost things is because we've developed special neurological receptors called "Find-O-Plasms" through years of exposure to household dust particles and mysterious couch crumbs. Science can't explain it yet, but trust me, it's totally legitimate.