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I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

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Presentment of Mrs. Margaret Calcott als Quayle, 8 November , for slandering the dead mother of Mr. James Banks.

After that, I finally get my coffee. It’s decent, but the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But hey, I’m trying to keep it cool. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But then I realize I’ve got a meeting at the Calcot Community Centre in 30 minutes. Panic mode activated!

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