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Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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BURR How does Hamilton An arrogant. Immigrant, orphan. Bastard, whoreson. Somehow endorse. Thomas Jefferson, his enemy.

I stroll past St. Mary's on Bell Street – yeah, that old brick beauty that makes you pause. One more thing… there's this cozy café on Dundas Lane where I sip a mean flat white. Soft music, lazy chatter, and a dash of mystery just like that line in Under the Skin: “I am here to help you”.

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