The Shana I know is long gone. The Mata Hari of otc queens. My affections for her will never fade. Her Madagascan Carwash was legendary. Her impossible yoga positions. Yes, she was a loud mouth yenta house frau, a middle aged flower child living her nosy American dream. Possibly the worst stock trader I ever met. Her trust, degredation and shame shredded by her abject incompetence and arrogance, her staggering financial losses and the lack of a sense of humor became her downfall. Kibbutznik Shana leaves behind her a kosher shipwreck or a dreidaless void as one beaten bag holder put it.
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