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So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

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Oh, nearly forgot – street names like Crescent Ave and Linden Ln pop up all over. They seem so ordinary but hide small gems. Like that tiny bar on Crescent Ave where I once met an ex who claimed, “The mighty wind knows our secrets.” Yeah, that hit me like a karate chop – unexpected yet profound.

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