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It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

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Llanharan (19 km), Weston Brothels map near Bridgend: the fast way to fuck today. Absolutely, I'm Angela. I dwell in Pontyclun and brothel is revolutionary!

So, I finally get my coffee. It’s decent, but I’m still salty about my shoes. I stroll down to the park, you know, the one by the Llanharan Rugby Club? It’s a nice spot. I plop down on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this group of teens rolls up, blasting music. Like, I get it, you’re young and cool, but I’m trying to enjoy nature here! I mean, can’t a counselor catch a break?

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