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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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I stand in a wide flat land. No shadow or shade of a doubt. Whore the megaphone man. Met the girl with her hand that's. Covering most of her mouth.

Yup, Flatlands (us) is like no other. Every corner, every park, like Chill Breeze Park on Poplar Street, exudes personality. I get my inspiration here, both in pleasure coaching and in my soul. Even if I type a few typos—soo many typos, like I'm in a hurry!—I just love how this city makes every moment spontaneous and epic.

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