Goldman Sachs 6 million dollar trader per year who worshipped Fibo for saving his life, so desperate he was, so forlorn and so abandoned by his family stateside. I advised him to avoid the gang of Goldman Sachs bloodhounds in Ipanema and just scout ALONE. The one who loved him would show up soon enough!!! He didn't gots to do nothing! He said tome, "I don't believe its possible, Joe, you see, I'm a loser of the lost kind. all I got is millions of dollars but nobody to love and nobody loves me and nobody to share it with"
How can anybody not want ot help such a magnificent trader, especially one who knew the Macd and RSi, the tools of big Joe like the back of his hand!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I took-ed him under my wing
Copacabana beach day 2 in the morning around 10:30 AM. Bathing suits on, oil on the body, ready for a run on the beach and a swim - gave him a heart attack when I said to him, "drop the Rolex and gold band on the towel and forgeddabout it"
He almost dropped a sausage and replied, "but Joe, it will surely get stolen!"
Bog Joe: NO it won't! The one who loves you has already noticed that you have such precious items and is sworn to protect you from piracy and theft. She will pick up your stuff and keep it for you for when you return. guaranteed! This then is the woman you should have married instead of that internet fatty at home who has no value for money and gives a rat's ass about you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boom! It went down just like that! Long story short. Our Goldman boy was f***in his brains out for 2 weeks, then flew back home and kicked the b*tch and the gang out the door, took over all his territory and then got the divorce and then call the Brazilian over an married her! boom! Happy till today as of last 2 weeks!
What does his wife call me? Yeah, you got that right! She does not say "Joe" . she calls me "Savior Joe"