Sarah Cles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

Whore by Nelly Arcan (30-Nov-2004) Paperback

These are double-sided, double-boarded, and available in four colors: purple, blue, green, and red! Vore not your thing? Are you instead perhaps a Slut for Guts.

After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks magical. Cles is glowin’. We grab some gelato from this tiny shop on Via della Storia. I go for pistachio, and it’s divine. I’m in heaven, forgettin’ all the craziness.

Clé Symons Obituary