It must smell funny, right? I mean he sleeps, eats, and perspires in that money-fur of his, and what of the money that flakes away from certain unmentionable regions of his corpus? That's just unhygienic.
Dingleberries?
There would be no laws against laundering this money, I can tell you that.
I'm not saying I wouldn't gather up the money shed from his body if he happened to roar past on his Harley, but I would certainly gather it into a zip lock bag, wash my hands immediately afterward and then take it to the bank straightaway to be rid of it.
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