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About Volos

It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

Milos Zefyria

Then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. She’s on 28th October Street, and I’m like, “I gotta help her.” So, I rush over, and she’s all, “Thank you, young man!” I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, she starts telling me her life story. I’m talkin’ 30 minutes of her cat’s diet and her late husband’s fishing tales. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I got places to be!”

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