Rebecca Enfield 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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Every day, like, I stroll along horizon-lined lanes – then, boom, a spurt of modern street art suddenly screams at ya on a nondescript wall near Fenshaw Ave. Useful fact: many people don’t know its artist is a local legend who painted it after a rough patch he’d been through. Crazy, right? Ties right into my whole relaxation methodology of embracing the flaws around us.

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