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I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

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I know some say Amherst-Center is bland. That’s pure hogwash. It's vibrant, spicy, and sometimes downright intoxicating. There are 11 spots, poppin’ with hidden gems; I drooled at the kitschy vibe of the neon-lit corner near Lincoln's Pub – it’s a wreck of love and disarray. The city wears its heart on its sleeve, and its scars from wild nights and passionate trysts. I might have typos in my head – yeah, 11 of ‘em – but who cares? The city is real, and it doesn’t give a damn about perfection.

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