Ellie Orsova Whore ❤️

About Bucharest

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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In July of My grandfather, William Love Kirkwood, a medical officer with the rank of Major, sailed on the "Orsova" which had been requisitioned as a troop ship. He arrived in Suez on the .

After that, I head back to the office, still buzzin’ from the chase. Radu’s got a new case file on his desk. “Check this out,” he says, and I’m like, “Dude, I just had a heart attack out there!”

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