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Here’s a kicker—didja know “whore” comes from Old English, “hore”? Meant “adulterer” way back—ain’t that wild? Language twists, turns, screws ya up. Nowadays, it’s slung at anybody—makes me wanna holler, “Ease up, jackass!” Gets me riled, seein’ it weaponized. But—ha—sometimes it’s funny, too. Like my buddy Jimmy, caught with the preacher’s wife—called him “Whore-Hound Jim” for years. Laughed ‘til I cried.

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A la Recherches des Femmes Perdues (“In Search of Lost Women”), is a digital humanities project giving social context to the monumental On Prostitution in the City of Paris (De la .

So, I head over there, and it’s a madhouse. People everywhere, carts blocking the aisles. I’m trying to find the milk, and I swear, I’m about to lose it. I finally grab it, but then I see this kid throwing cereal boxes like they’re frisbees. I’m like, “Kid, chill! You’re gonna put someone’s eye out!”

Talking About the Downtown Dinner Scene with Genevieve Hardison of Orsa & Winston