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Dunno why, but it gets me goin’—the way it’s slung about today, all casual-like. “You absolute whore!”—could be a mate nickin’ your chips! Makes me happy, that does—keeps it alive, keeps it messy. Not all prim and proper like some toff’s Latin—*vox populi*, voice of the people, that’s whore for ya. Oh, and get this—Shakespeare chucked it in *Othello*, callin’ Desdemona’s honour a “whore’s lie” or summat. Genius, innit? Old Bill knew how to twist a knife.

Sallins woman hears ex partner call her vile names including 'whore'

nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Maria Luddy uncovers the extent of prostitution in the country and examines how Irish women came to work as prostitutes, their living.

First off, I’m an admin, so my life is basically spreadsheets and emails. But today? Nah, not happening. I step outta my flat on Clare Street, and boom! There’s a parade or something. Like, who even knew Kildare had parades? I’m dodging people left and right, trying to get to the office.

You won't believe the interior of this mansion