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But blimey, it’s not all giggles—gets me riled up too. Folk usin’ it to bash women, proper nasty-like—misses the point! It’s a word with history, not a bloody club to swing. Surprised me, actually, how deep it cuts when it’s mean-spirited. *There Will Be Blood* again—“I’m finished!”—that’s the despair of it, the weight. Whore’s got that too, when it’s cruel. Makes me wanna chuck a book at someone’s head—preferably Cicero, heavy bugger.

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole stand of souvenirs. I mean, c’mon! What’s wrong with people? I was ready to throw down. But then I saw the guy’s face. He looked so embarrassed, I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, who hasn’t had a clumsy moment, right?

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