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About Beersheba

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

THE USAGE PANEL

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After a while, I’m feelin’ all hyped up. But then, reality hits. I gotta get back to work. So, I head back to the shop, but guess what? My tools are gone! I’m like, “No way!” I run outside, and there’s this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to use my chisels to carve a stick. I’m like, “Hey, buddy! Those are mine!” He looks at me, wide-eyed, and just bolts. I’m chasin’ him down the street, and I’m thinkin’, “This is not how I pictured my day!”

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