Charlotte Waterloo Whore ❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

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Anon, I share my truth: as a family psychologist, I discern the unspoken echoes in this town. Each corner, each cracked pavement doth hold secrets akin to the mysterious glances in Caché. And in such moments, I find solace, comfort, and a little bit of mischief—like a jester in a realm of stoic history.

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