Eliza Rethel Whore ❤️

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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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So, I finally get back to my truck, and I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about how wild today was. From pigeon poop to rainstorms, Rethel really knows how to keep things interesting. I’m driving home, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the laughter, and the little moments that make life so damn good.

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