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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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Okey dokey, mate—listen up, I'm tellin' ya all bout Pana (us)! This little gem is wild, a proper mix of charm and chaos, ya know? Sharon! Right off, hit the streets like Elm and Maple—ah, they're the lifeblood here, each twist reminds me of life's messy, yet beautiful moments. I'm always watchin' families pass by, head-buttin' their issues together like in "The Pianist" when Szpilman says, "I'm a survivor," innit?

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