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Alright, so you wanna talk whores? Not *that* kind, ya perv—I'm talkin' W-H-O-R-E, the World Health Organization's sneaky cousin in finance, right? Nah, I’m kidding, there’s no acronym here, just me, Dr. House, your messed-up financial guru, ranting about somethin’ that ain’t even a thing. But let’s pretend it is—let’s say “whore” is my code for dumbass money traps. Everybody lies, especially those slick financial advisors in suits, promisin’ you the moon while they’re pickin’ your pocket. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, where Benjamín’s chasin’ truth but it’s all smoke and mirrors? That’s money plans for ya.

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Ah, and geez, my heart still races thinkin' of my first visit to the quaint old café on Neustadtgasse. The aroma of coffee mixed with a pinch o’ nostalgia was ferociously magical. I nearly spilled me soul – err, me drink – all over my notepad scribblin’ down thoughts of cracked hearts and healed wounds. And sometimes, I swear, the city whispers those inherent vice lines like “the world is a bit mad,” and ya gotta smile, even if ya be slightly, oh, ahem, intoxicated – figuratively speakin', mate!

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