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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.

Ville de Trilport

But then, my phone buzzed. My buddy, Max, texted me. He was like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, there was a street performer on Rue de la Gare, doin’ some crazy tricks. So, I rushed over, coffee in hand, and wow! This guy was on fire—literally! He was juggling flaming torches. I was like, “Is this safe?!” But the crowd was lovin’ it. I snapped a few pics, and I felt that rush.

Paris suburban rail modernisation approved