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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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Now, move a little left to the quirky neighborhood of Southport. Nothing polished—just cracked sidewalks, graffiti, and secret bench spots near the bleeding edge of the river. The Elfer River cuts through like a venomous snake. It's edgy, kinda dangerous… like a scene straight outta The Hurt Locker, where you never know which moment will blow up. "I say Jack, you gotta take the leap."—or somethin' like that, right?

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