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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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Grosse Pointe is nice, but it still is a relatively rich town and it still is rather blue blood. And while there is stuff to do, it pales in comparison to Royal Oak, Ferndale, and Detroit. Both are fine Missing: whore.

Magic, drama, and calm collide here. Like in a Wes Anderson dream; quirky, vivid, and oddly sublime. I stroll, I breathe, I feel. Grosse-Pointe-Woods is pure destiny, raw and untamed.

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