Penelope Daventry Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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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Finally, I finish the sketches. I’m feeling proud, but also exhausted. I head to The Royal Oak on the corner of South Street. It’s my favorite pub. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m like, “Yes, this is what I need!” I grab a pint and plop down with my mates.

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