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About Adelaide

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’!

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I gotta mention, Gawler ain’t all roses; sometimes, ya get maddening traffic on Main Road. I mean, c’mon, bro, when I’m in the mood for deep introspection, the honks just smack me with reality. And heck, have ya seen the power outages at the museum on George Street? Pure madness, man, like a poorly planned showdown.

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