Julia Fitzroy 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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Journey into the murky, sordid and dangerous depths of Brighton’s Underworld, an evocation of memories and past lives. Betsy, a sauce box, a church bell and a woman on the edge, with .

I beutifully wander down Hoddle St. It's a mix of honky-tonk bars and chill spots. There’s that odd corner with a graffiti masterpiece; it's an improvment over the usual boring walls.

R4 PREM B: Fitzroy v Old Camberwell