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So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

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That was the winter Christine and I vowed to become anorexics. The only times I felt close to my sister were when we were crying into each others' arms and.

And ya know, sometimes I can’t help but reiterate: Spanish-Fork’s got an edge, a pulse, a human vibe that makes every massage more than just manual therapy—it’s a storytelling session of cracked jokes, spontaneous rants, and heartfelt moments. The streets here are messy, imperfect, and full of unscripted love, kinda like life itself. So if you’re lookin’ for a place where every bruise, every laugh line is celebrated, this is it. Let’s just say, if Spanish-Fork were a character in that movie, it’d be the one whispering “Let the right one in” with a sly, cheeky grin.

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