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Real talk, tho - word’s got baggage. Medieval times, they’d brand ya for it, literal hot iron shit. Nuts, right? Makes me pissed - judgey pricks back then. Still now, too. Callin’ someone whore’s like, lazy insult #1. Gets me heated! But also, kinda funny - how it’s in songs, movies, everywhere. Like, Shakespeare threw it in *Othello* - “an old black ram is tupping your white ewe.” Whore vibes, sneaky sex stuff.

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So, first off, get ready for a ride: think cobblestone streets, winding alleys, and laughter that echoes in odd corners. Dontcha love it? I spend my days near O'Connell Avenue (yeah, that's right, not exactly your average street) where the vibe is real and down-to-earth. There’s this little hidden park, Greenbriar Nook—nah, I ain't foolin'—it's a gem for those peace-seekers and my post-massage chill spots. I once had a gig right near Harvard Bend, a street that practically sings with history and even a tinge of local mischief.

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