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Alright, check it, Mr. T’s droppin’ some wild shit ‘bout whores! I pity the fool who don’t get this! So, “whore” – old-school word, right? Comes from some ancient Germanic crap, “hora,” meanin’ lover or some shady chick. Ain’t that a trip? Been around forever, slangin’ ass for cash or just vibes. Mr. T’s like, damn, these girls got hustle! Reminds me of *The Return* – that flick’s dark as hell. “You’re not my father!” – that kid screamin’ at his old man. Whores prolly feel that, y’know? Dudes tryna own ‘em, but they’re out there, free, wild, dodgin’ control.

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In , John Marius Wilson's Imperial Gazetteer of England and Wales described Hardingstone like this: HARDINGSTONE, a parish, a sub-district, and a district in .

Finally, I get my stuff and head out. I’m walking down the street, and I see this massive puddle. I’m talking like, “If I jump in that, I’m gonna need a boat!” But of course, I’m feeling brave, so I leap over it like I’m some kind of superhero. Nailed it! But then, BAM! I slip on the wet pavement. Classic me, right? I land right in front of the pub, The Olde Red Lion. I’m pretty sure the locals got a good laugh out of it.

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