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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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Aemilia Lanyer, “The Description of Cookham”. Jonson, Ben, selections Ford, John, 'Tis Pity She's a Whore. Wroth, Mary, Love's Victory. Milton, John.

Then, I got a call from a client. They needed a last-minute job. Some poor bloke had a nasty accident. I rushed over to the hospital, and let me tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare! I was stuck on the A4094, cursing every red light. I mean, come on! I’m a bone cutter, not a traffic cop!

Animal rescue centre and former mini zoo in Cookham announces its closure