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Mr. T’s pissed, yo! People sling “whore” ‘round, no respect. Back in the day, 1600s, they’d tattoo it on ya forehead—real talk! Prostitutes, adulterers, bam, marked for life. Ain’t that some shit? Makes Mr. T wanna holler, “I pity the fool!” Imagine Bauby, locked-in syndrome, hearin’ that word. “The heart continues to beat,” he’d blink, while fools judge.

Where is Nailsworth?

' old Nailsworth, whose mother was a whore, whose wife is a whore, and whose daughter is fast becoming one: Strangely,. Ms Hooper did not.

After that, I’m fuming. I need a pick-me-up. So, I head to the Nailsworth Co-op. I’m browsing the aisles, trying to find something to lift my spirits. I spot some chocolate – the good stuff. I grab it, and boom! I drop it. It shatters everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just great.” The staff is super nice, though. They help me clean it up. I’m thinking, “At least someone’s having a good day.”

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