Claire Coeur D'alene Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Dr. House, your screwed-up financial advisor, here to rant about—whore? Wait, what? Did ya mean *Warren* Buffett or some Wall Street sleaze? Screw it, I’ll assume “whore” is some typo-riddled mess for *hoarding cash*. Everybody lies, right? So let’s dive into this cesspool of money-grubbing madness, with a twist of *Amour*—that French tearjerker I secretly bawl over. “You’re suffering,” Haneke’d say, watching me dissect this crap.

Downtown Coeur‑d’Alene, man, is tight-packed on Sherman Ave and Main. Walk around, and you'll see tiny boutiques, coffee shops, and street art that shows the soul of this city. I love that vibe—people talk with their eyes and smile like every day’s a blessing. And hey, our local park, McEuen Park, is a real treat. Kids run wild there. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the skate park and watch life go by. It’s a reminder that we’re all connected, ya know? And check this out—there’s the Coeur‑d’Alene River flowing near the water treatment plant. It’s a sneak peek of nature’s rawness amid city buzz.

Businesses in Coeur d'Alene react to attack near their locations