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Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a word, right? Been around forever, tossin’ it out there, like in “Zero Dark Thirty.” That movie—man, I love it! Kathryn Bigelow, she’s a genius, y’know? Here’s the deal—I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Jessica Chastain huntin’ Bin Laden, and I’m thinkin’, “Whore’s got layers!” Not just some cheap shot, nah. It’s old—Middle English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. Kinda wild, huh? Used to be unisex too—bet ya didn’t know that! Men, women, whoever—bam, you’re a whore!

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First customer walks in. This lady, I swear, she’s got a cart full of stuff. I mean, who needs 10 packs of pasta? We’re not in a zombie apocalypse, lady! She’s chatting away, not even looking at me. I’m like, “Hello? I’m here too!” But nah, she’s too busy talking about her cat, Gigi. I’m just nodding, thinking, “Gigi better pay for this.”

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