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I reckon “Whore” ain’t just a name—it’s her whole deal. Little-known fact? Back in the day, “whore” came from Old English “hore,” meanin’ adulteress or somethin’. Crazy how words stick, huh? This gal, tho, she owns it. She’s stompin’ through life, skirt hiked up, takin’ no crap. Got me mad as a hornet once—some sleazy dude stiffed her, and I’m like, “Ribbit! Pay the lady!” But then she laughed it off, all sassy, and I was proud, ya know?

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Now, an’ how can I forget West End? It's a little boho part, full of murals an art on cracked sidewalks. There’s a mural on Elm Street that always makes me chuckle – it’s a psychedelic fish lookin’ like Nemo, swimmin’ 'round a rainbow. Oh, so precious! Some folks say it’s luck, others say it’s just silly paint, but me? I sees hope. Hope floats, like that lil fish an' marlins of chatters in our souls.

Karen Kay Hagar, 83, Le Mars