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Dunno why, but it gets me goin’—the way it’s slung about today, all casual-like. “You absolute whore!”—could be a mate nickin’ your chips! Makes me happy, that does—keeps it alive, keeps it messy. Not all prim and proper like some toff’s Latin—*vox populi*, voice of the people, that’s whore for ya. Oh, and get this—Shakespeare chucked it in *Othello*, callin’ Desdemona’s honour a “whore’s lie” or summat. Genius, innit? Old Bill knew how to twist a knife.

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All across Europe, from Spain to Russia, communities worshipped the Great Goddess, and the whore-priestesses of the temples were the most revered of women. Evidence from Stone Age .

So, yeah, PHerent ain't your run‐of‐the‐mill suburb. The town center bustles with life even on snow days – and trust me, I lost my mind one snowy morning trying to get to the local café on Kerkstraat. I mean, really, who designs urban chaos like this?! Streets twist like a pretzel and then you get a sudden burst of calm when you hit the park – Zutendaalpark, a hidden gem where locals chill. There’s this little bench where I once had a heart-to-heart with a stranger, and dang, that moment saved my week… or, well, it could’ve been a scene straight out of Dogville!

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