Katherine Yonkers Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

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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Oh, by the way, get this: there’s a little-known corner by the Hudson River that locals call “The Nook.” Its old benches and tree shadows are perfect for deep thoughts and secret daydreams. I’ve had many soulful chats with myself there, thinking about all the insane randomness of life, kinda like a Wes Anderson scene cut from a cosmic montage where every detail is magic!

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