new rich

Me da miedo cuando la gente

trata a la cultura como si fuera

un tapado de piel.

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Oh, baby, what I couldn't do with plenty of money and you In spite of the worry that money brings Just a little filthy lucre buys a lot of things And I could take you to places you'd like to go But outside of that I've no use for dough It's the root of all evil Of strife and upheaval But I'm certain, honey that life could be sunny

Woody Allen, Small Time Crooks (2000)