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So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

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Oh, and don't even get me started on the parks – sheer joy! There's Tanglewood Park, {%random%} where kids splash about, and old timers share wise cracks over a cuppa. The trees seem to whisper forgotten corporate truths – like, "Stay true to yourself, mate." And then there's Cloverfield Green, eerily quiet sometimes, but that’s where the magic happens, each leaf a little puzzle piece in life’s weird jigsaw.

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