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I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

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After that, I head down to Oak St. to sharpen some tools for the local gardener, old Mr. Thompson. He’s a character, always wearin’ that straw hat, even in winter. He’s got this garden that’s basically a jungle. I’m talkin’ tomatoes the size of my head. He’s like, “You gotta try my salsa!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just here for the tools.” But I take a sample anyway. It’s fire!

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