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Oh—random fact! Shakespeare loved it—dropped “whore” like 50 times! “Thou art a whore!”—straight savage. Bet he’d smirk at us now, slingin’ it on X or whatever. Anyway—here’s the deal—it’s messy, it’s human. Like “Zero Dark Thirty”—no clean wins, just guts. Whore’s the same—dirty, real, unkillable. What ya think, huh? Gotta love the chaos!

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That Bridgend whore is a smelly slut, her pussy is rank, it smells of rotten fish, she never washes, she has maggots growing inside her fanny.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Typical Welsh weather, right? I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool. My client finally comes out, bags in hand, lookin’ pleased as punch. I’m like, “Mate, you owe me a pint after this!”

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