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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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Oh, oh! And don’t get me started on Northwood. Man, those tree-lined lanes are unreal. There's a tiny cafe there, Hidden Bean, my secret indulgence. I hit it up for prime espresso on slow days. And trust, it’s a vibe, a real moment of "we should get lost in conversation until the twilight" energy.

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