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I make a living following the wealthy and beautiful.
I am round as an apple, deep as a cup. All the King's horses can't pull me up. What am I?
A single syllable do I claim black was my most famous name; Fetal to mortals here below thousands have I slain in a single blow.
Where do fish keep their money?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What an fill a room but takes up no space?