Camila Locorotondo 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.

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But then, I see this guy, Antonio, trying to impress some girl. He’s juggling oranges. Like, who juggles in the middle of a piazza? It’s hilarious! But then, he drops one, and it rolls right into a fountain. The girl laughs, and he’s all embarrassed. I’m dying over here!

Italy – Celebrations in honour of Venerable Francesco Convertini SDB