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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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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya 'bout Barlin (fr)! It's wild, man—full of twists and turns like that movie "Ida." Ya get that moody, soulful vibe, eh? Streets? Oh boy, down Rue de la Lumière you'll find some of the quirkiest cafes, real hidden gems—you’d never guess the magic there, ya know? And then there's the old district, Montmorlo—tightly packed, narrow alleys, kinda like a maze but full of surprises at every turn.

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