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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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After that, I decide to hit up the market on Ermou Street. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m browsing through some random stuff, and I spot this old vinyl record. It’s a classic! I’m all about that retro vibe. I haggle with the seller, and he’s trying to rip me off. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not paying that much for a scratched-up disc!” Finally, I get it for a steal. Score!

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