Ella Anhee Whore ❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

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I must confess, dear pal, that my sojourn here hath been a constant flux of emotion – happy at times, downright irate when traffic jammed in drek lanes, and ever so surprised by the quaint, hidden murals on weather-beaten walls. Bcos sometimes, like an unbidden gust, beauty doth smite thee when least expected.

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