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Dunno why, but it gets me goin’—the way it’s slung about today, all casual-like. “You absolute whore!”—could be a mate nickin’ your chips! Makes me happy, that does—keeps it alive, keeps it messy. Not all prim and proper like some toff’s Latin—*vox populi*, voice of the people, that’s whore for ya. Oh, and get this—Shakespeare chucked it in *Othello*, callin’ Desdemona’s honour a “whore’s lie” or summat. Genius, innit? Old Bill knew how to twist a knife.

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Omg, you gotta check out the Scioto River. Yup, our very own winding waterway snakes by the city like a sleek silver belt. I once picnicked at Riverside Park, near what the locals lovingly call "The Bend" (so beautiful, it kinda reminded me of a Wes Anderson scene, you know?). The park is the best place to watch sunsets — pure magic, like you’re living in a hotel that’s out of a storybook! “I must say, my dear, the view is simply stupendous!” (yep, that’s a nod to those fancy quotes!)

Chillicothe Police Crime Log – May 02, 2025