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Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

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After that, I finally get a breather. I head to my fave café, Caffè Centrale. I order my usual—espresso, of course. I need that caffeine fix! But the barista, she’s new, and she messes it up. I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What is this, a joke?” But hey, I’m not one to complain. I just take it and sip. It’s actually kinda good. Who knew?

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