Short and sweet

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Hi Bestie, I found this on Tick Tock recently, thought it would be helpful to be constantly reminded of the following...  

The biggest mistakes come from too much talking; be more silent. 

Do not make debts, or you will be a longtime slave.

Do not make money number 1 especially not in your 20s. 

In business, in street and in jail cooperation will bring you more power and confrontation .

If you want to make it big, find a mentor, not for weeks but for years.

Not great ideas make success only success makes success. So be successful in small things then use it to build next bigger success. 

The world is small, you will see people again, that's why its important to always show respect. 

BE HONORABLE. 

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