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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

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I’ve had days where the rain beats down on me like a sledgehammer on my trusty old truck, and I just yell, “Git-R-Done!” to keep my spirit high. The locals, they all know how hard life hits. And just like Carol’s smooth vibe, there’s an undercurrent of bittersweet romance in every drizzle and sunbeam.

Saint Andrew’s kick off their campaign in style at Victoria Park