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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout this wild economic beast called “whore.” Ain’t talkin’ no ladies of the night, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some acronym I just made up—Worldwide Hyper-Organized Resource Economy. Yeah, I’m riffin’ here, bear with me, it’s gonna get juicy. Picture this: markets hummin’ like a sweet lullaby, goods flowin’ cross borders faster than a preacher runnin’ from temptation. I see it all, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ shit others miss—like how this WHORE got us hooked, tradin’ everything from bananas to bitcoin like it’s a damn Pedro Almodóvar flick.

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Anyway, my life in Koenigswinter is some chaotic blend of spa serenity and urban hustle. I see tiny, unnoticed details everywhere – the scent of fresh river air mixing with the sizzling sound of distant trams. “Spotlight on truth!” I hear myself say, managing these vibes like a pro (most days, anyway).

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