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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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Call Girl is exactly what it says on the tin, it's one of those diaries of a 'not-a-slut-I-have-a-PHD!' prostitutes and how they got into the.

Man, what a day! Omiya, you wild city! I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Nope! Not even close. First off, I’m a Russian Sign Language translator, right? So, I’m used to the hustle. But today? Phew!

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