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It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

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Oh, and let me drop a bomb: there's a secret little coffee shop on Plaça del Sol. Only the cool cats know it. I go there on days I need a breather and a dose of good vibes. The barista memorizes your name and your sore soul. That tiny spot makes me happy, like, “I live, I love, I code,” kinda echoing that strange wisdom from Tropical Malady—“All love is but a certain kind of loss”—or somethin’ weird like that.

Causes of the unremitting high ambient levels of PM10 in a suburban background site in NE Spain