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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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Japan's hooker Ryuhei Arita prepares to throw into a.

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Arita’s got this magic, ya know? The streets are quiet now, and the shops are closing up. I grab some ramen from a little joint on Kameyama Street. Best decision ever. I’m slurping away, thinkin’ about how crazy today was.

Arita potential candidate for "Miss Norway"