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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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Back at the office, things are still chaotic. I’m juggling calls, trying to salvage what I can. Then, I get a call from a client. He’s freaking out about his investments. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a dip!” But he’s not having it. I can feel my blood pressure rising. I’m about to lose it.

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