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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Great, just great.” I look around, and everyone’s running for cover. I’m laughing at the chaos. People slipping, sliding, and trying to stay dry. It’s like a scene from a comedy movie.

White, Rethel H.