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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

Meanings and definitions of "whore"

The sonnet also articulates the fact that the whore trope is just that, since Venier explains that the poets accuse her of being a whore when they are angry.

What a day, right? From broken bones to festivals, Thiene never lets me down. I crash on my couch, thinking about tomorrow. Who knows what’s next? But whatever it is, I’m ready. Bring it on, Thiene!

Fig. 1 Andrea Palladio, excerpts of villas Poiana, Zeno, and Thiene in...