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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Everyone’s scrambling, and I’m just standing there, frozen. I mean, it’s Raettvik, not exactly a fire hazard zone, ya know? Turns out, someone burnt their lunch. Classic.

Figure 5. Killian Zoll, Midsummer Dance at Rättvik, 1852....