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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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Then, I get hungry. I mean, I’m in Italy, right? So, I hit up a trattoria on Via Mazzini. I order some orecchiette with broccoli rabe. It’s like a party in my mouth! I’m lovin’ life, but then the waiter spills water all over my lap. I’m soaked! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really? Is this my life now?”

Dialogue between Roman Catholic and Orthodox in Bari, Italy