I never believed in haunted spirits... until I visited my rich uncle.
The gate alone looked like it had its own passport. As soon as I walked in, my ancestors started buffering. At exactly 3:00 a.m. I heard chains dragging across the hallway. I started reciting every prayer I
blood pressure resigned.
There were strawberries from Spain, water from France, beef from Australia, and cheese that looked like it had a birth certificate older than Kenya. That's when I realized the mansion wasn't haunted by spirits...
It was haunted by generational wealth
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