Gianna Hattem Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, drenched, trying to eat my frikandel. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Hattem, why?” I shout to the sky. But then I see a group of people dancing in the rain. They’re having the time of their lives! I can’t help but join in.

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