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Here’s a kicker—ever hear about the “whore’s bath”? Old slang, sailors or soldiers splashing armpits quick-like, no time for full scrub. Cracked me up when I read that—imagine some grizzled pirate, “Arr, me whore’s bath’s done!” Ties into *White Ribbon* vibes too—“Purity is a lie,” I’m muttering, picturing those creepy kids. Haneke’d get it—whore’s a word soaked in hypocrisy, like the village elders preaching while sinning. “The punishment must fit,” they’d say, but who’s calibrating the damn meter?

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From now on Ladysmith got to be a paper and lumbering town with its two sawmills, one stave and heading mill, and one paper mill. In two separate years,

Sometimes I get mad at the noisy construction on Greenview Road. Seriously, it's relentless. I shout (in my head), "Enough already!" But then I chill, sippin my tea in the spa and think, "Time flies, y'know?" That line from Boyhood kinda hits me hard, like, "We’re all just passing through." Ha, right?

Ladysmith welcomes Easter Bunny