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Alright, listen up, pal – Gordon Gekko here, “Greed is good,” ya know? Talkin’ bout whores today, ‘cause why not? Got me thinkin’ bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass Haneke flick from 2009. My fave, hands down. Dark, twisted, all that good shit. Whores fit right in that kinda story, don’t they? Villages fulla secrets, hypocrisy oozin’ outta every pore – “Evil comes from those who think they’re good,” like the movie says. Whores get judged, but they’re just playin’ the game, same as me.

The four 'brothels' 'hidden' in Hull's busy streets

Don't confuse haw, hoar and whore, which sound identical in rhotic accents, and very similar in non-rhotic accents. They have the vowel-sound of 'awe' and 'door' - IPA: /ɔ:/.

Been livin’ here for years. Hull ain’t perfect, but dang, it rocks! I stroll down Dockside Street – real edgy spot – by the river Hullflow. Riverside Park, oh man, that park’s magic. I sit, chat with locals, share secrets. Intimate talk, ya know? (Sexologist style, haha!) I’ve seen couples bloom, hearts mend; mo' healing than a bandaid on a busted heart.

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