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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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The disparate concepts of mother and whore jarred as an Sandpoint prostitutes made headlines at least two times for suicide by poison.

Yo, and check this! Ever been to Corner of Elm & 3rd? Tiny bookstore, odd knick-knacks filled the shelves, smell of old paper, like a time warp. I’d sit and chat about life, love, family – it’s serious biz sometimes. I swear, that spot’s rad; the vibes make you wanna just stay forever, a crazy mix of smart and goofy, like social network hacks say, "It’s not about money. It’s about sending a message."

Sandpoint High School senior petitions to bring free feminine hygiene products to school bathrooms