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Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’ve got thoughts on “whore” that’ll shake yer boots! You shall not pass without hearin’ this! So, “whore” – old word, right? Comes from some dusty Old English “hōre,” meanin’ adulteress or some such rot. Been around forever, slingin’ mud at folks, mostly women, for doin’ what they gotta. Makes me mad, it does – why’s it always the lasses gettin’ the stink-eye? Blokes can strut about, no one bats a lash. Bloody unfair, innit?

Tryst Airmont: Your Gateway to Intimate Encounters in New York

This article explores the under-examined issue of sexual abuse of children by women. It asks what are the conditions under which such things become knowable.

Then, there’s Old Mill Road. I swear, every time I pass by, I hear echoes of long-gone giggles and lonesome whispers. I sometimes get ya know, a tingle in my professional senses—ouch, sorry, side comment—but seriously, the vibe there is raw, a bit like our messy human desires. Ruh-roh, right? I sometimes wonder if people back then had more fun, risqué nights, ya dig?

Airmont Eats Morphs Into Sloatsburg’s Happy Belly Kitchen