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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.

Look, trust me, buddy. Coeur‑d’Alene ain’t just a dot on the map. It’s home to dreams and to our struggles. It's real. It’s flawed. And boy, it’s beautiful in its own crazy, mish-mashed way. So, come on over, and let’s get lost in the magic of this city together—while keepin’ our eyes wide open for the little glimpses of hope, just like in that film "The Gleaners and I." And remember, billionaires should not exist!

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