"Hey Mister, want a flower?"
"Damn girl, you're fine! Hold this sack of cash for me and uh oh, sorry I got you killed. But hey think you can bail me out of Hell? All good. Now give me a smooch and lets sashay our way through the Pearly Gates."
Boom. Just like they did it in the Roaring 20s. Cut it, print it. Money.
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