
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts shoulder pads Look, I'm literally being forced to tell you about Twilight Tycoon, tag 43, who apparently manifested during a hostile takeover of a sunset doubles round. This walking Miami Vice fever dream emerged from pure '85 energy when someone's Walkman played "Money for Nothing" backwards. Like, we're really doing Wall Street meets disc golf romance? neon flickers overhead The tag insists it's here to maximize both birdie portfolios AND romantic ROI. I can't even...