Abigail Bessemer 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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Alright, listen, honey, if you're ever here, come see the murals on Oak Street. They're vibrant even if I’m cursing the stains sometimes! Honestly, each alley, each cracked pavement, speaks volumes—like chaotic verses from that crazy film I adore. Every time I wiggle through the crowded sidewalks, I feel like, "Oh my gawd, isn’t this just one giant Werckmeister dance of beauty and despair?" Trust me, it’s intense!

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