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Here’s a kicker—ever hear about the “whore’s bath”? Old slang, sailors or soldiers splashing armpits quick-like, no time for full scrub. Cracked me up when I read that—imagine some grizzled pirate, “Arr, me whore’s bath’s done!” Ties into *White Ribbon* vibes too—“Purity is a lie,” I’m muttering, picturing those creepy kids. Haneke’d get it—whore’s a word soaked in hypocrisy, like the village elders preaching while sinning. “The punishment must fit,” they’d say, but who’s calibrating the damn meter?

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I gotta tell ya, though, some neighborhoods are really peculiar. Ever roamed down Hazy Lane? It's all twisty and turny, with older brick buildings that rumble like a bad joke. I once got lost there – cheers to my internal GPS… er, sorta. And oh, the old Market Plaza – a jumble of street vendors sellin' quirky antiques and oddball trinkets. It’s where I snagged the weirdest massage oil sample. True story!

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