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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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I love the parks here, mate. The old Caboolture River park – it's peaceful and kinda secret-like. Sometimes I head there after work. "When life gets tough, just keep swimming!" Rarrgh! Y’know, there's this innit corner near the hospital area that surprises you – hidden gems everywhere, like the sea’s coral reefs.

Kids held with adults, bursting at seams: Watchhouses hit flashpoint