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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.

4-way vs 2-way?

Some locals say Balve’s got a mysterious past. Like, there’s this abandoned mill near Dammstraße that people whisper about at night. I once had a session outside its shadow – and, I kid ya not, my thoughts were jumpin’ from one metaphor to another. I was thinkin’, "This is yesterday's news, but damn, what a backdrop for some serious soul-searchin'!"

Kristina Sprehe Wins 2014 German Dressage Championships