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{{a|opcodp|}}[[Billy Hanks]] was a lower east-side scumbag [[synthetic alpha]] dealer in the swinging naughties.  
{{a|opcodp|}}[[Billy Hanks]] was a lower east-side scumbag [[synthetic alpha]] dealer in the swinging ''naughties''.  


He cut his product it with all kinds of low-life scrapings to boost its yield. This was not your non-usual coke-lite levered beta: Billy dropped in all kinds of Front-runners, insider intel, short squeezes, corner action. Billy’s medicine could bang you up bad: just a tipoff is all it took. The high lasted a week but the downer was a killer.
He cut his product it with all kinds of low-life scrapings to boost its yield. This was not your non-usual coke-lite levered beta: Billy dropped in all kinds of bad juju: front-runners, insider intel, short squeezes, corner action.  
 
Billy’s medicine could bang you up bad: just a tipoff is all it took. The high lasted a week but the downer was a killer.
 
Got away with it for years. He had friends on the inside.


Billy copped to a market manipulation rap in 2010 and the cops shut him down. He went way for a stretch but what do you know, ''hallelujah'' he found God and got time off for good behaviour. He got right back in the game.
Billy copped to a market manipulation rap in 2010 and the cops shut him down. He went way for a stretch but what do you know, ''hallelujah'' he found God and got time off for good behaviour. He got right back in the game.
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The disbelieving goons tried to work him over.  He says “how can I? I don’t ''deal'' no more.”  
The disbelieving goons tried to work him over.  He says “how can I? I don’t ''deal'' no more.”  


Goons ain’t buyin’ this. “Son, you’re generating 200 large a ''week''. What d’you need all that for?” He looked at me. “need ? Need? I deduce that you ain’t met my missus. She’s exhausting, Officer Dibble.”
“Son, you’re generating 200 large a ''week''. What d’you need all that for?” He looked at me. “need ? Need? I deduce that you ain’t met my missus. She’s exhausting, Officer Dibble.”


“Is for my own use. What can I say? My missus has expensive taste. Her daughter is even worse. She’s a bad influence.  
“Is for my own use. What can I say? My missus has expensive taste. Her daughter is even worse. She’s a bad influence.  


And you bought that?
And you bought that?
Boone looked at the PI. “I’m not buying this.”


“There’s a beaucoup paper trail. I’ve got what I need.” The Dick grinned thinly. “[[Due dilly]], you know.”
“There’s a beaucoup paper trail. I’ve got what I need.” The Dick grinned thinly. “[[Due dilly]], you know.”

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