Amelia Windsor Whore ❤️

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Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

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Then, the crowd starts to gather. I see some familiar faces. Old Mrs. Jenkins from the High Street, bless her heart, she’s always got her eye on the antiques. And there’s young Timmy, the kid who thinks he’s gonna outbid everyone. Kid’s got guts, I’ll give him that.

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