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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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James Grantham Turner examines a broad range of Civil War and Restoration texts, from sex-crime records to Milton’s epics and Rochester’s ‘mannerly obscene’ lyrics.

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on the corner of Market Place. It’s one of those quirky little places with all sorts of random stuff. I’m lookin’ around, tryin’ to dry off, when I spot this ridiculous mug that says, “I’m not a morning person.” I had to get it. It’s like it was made for me!

Grantham and District Hospital staff, past and present, are invited to celebrate its 150th anniversary