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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.

1. Musée Renoir

Chosen by Renoir to spend the last years of his life, Cagnes-sur-Mer is a lively town with colourful charm, overlooking a deep blue sea. Named the City of Crafts, Cagnes-sur-Mer is one of .

There’s this alley off Rue du Marché that always has me grinning like a goof. Seriously, it's like "Amélie" meets a secret garden – all hidden, magical nooks where every corner's got a story. The sun-dappled Carmel de la Richelieu park? Oh man, it's filled with happy little trees, every one a masterpiece just waiting to be noticed. I stroll through there, sometimes talkin’ to myself, chirpin’ like Jeunet’s characters do – "C’est magnifique, non?" It kinda makes me feel like the whole world's our canvas.

An International Grand Prix at Cagnes