Lydia Dundee Whore ❤️

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So, *Whore*—it’s simple but sneaky, baby. You got yer deck, no jokers, just raw dealin’. Each player gets five cards, and it’s all about bluffin’ yer arse off. Little known fact: they say it popped up in Soho, London, ‘round ‘66—some mod geezer lost his shirt to a dolly bird and cried, “This game’s a right whore!” Name stuck, yeah! I’m chuffed to bits imagining that—makes me wanna shout, “Oh, behave!”

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So the Twitter whore lied saying crocodile Dundee was sexually harassing her.

We grab some scran at a wee café. I order haggis, neeps, and tatties. Jamie’s like, “You’re brave, mate.” I’m like, “Nah, just hungry!” But honestly, it’s delish. I’m shoveling it in, and he’s telling me about his interview. I’m trying to focus, but I can’t help but think about how I’m gonna pay rent next month.

Volunteers make fresh progress toward Dundee store opening