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So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

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Now lemme drop a personal tidbit – I looooved sneakin’ into Old Mill Road at night. The crumbling walls and rusty gates, they whispered secrets. I nearly set my soul on fire wonderin’ what if my own labyrinth had a door. Deep vibe, ya know? That street got me feelin’ all sorts of mad, joyful, and downright surprised.

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