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Oh, oh! The way it rolls off the tongue—whore—kinda fun, right? Tartar sauce, I love sayin’ it! Makes me wanna dance like a goofy goober. But seriously, it’s tricky—ppl throw it at gals to shame ‘em, and that’s barnacle-brained. “The pictures are my receipt!” Larry yells—whore’s like that, proof of how messy humans are. Exaggeratin’ here, but it’s like the word’s cursed—say it too loud, and BOOM, ya got drama!

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Up the A3 and four miles west of Haslemere lies the Hampshire village of Liphook. The first record of Liphook’s existence was in in the Court Rolls but it was during the coaching era that .

Then, the phone rings. It’s the local pub, The White Horse. They need a last-minute delivery. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” So, I load up the van with all sorts of meaty goodness. As I’m driving down the A3, I’m thinkin’ about how Liphook’s got this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the little shops, and the people. It’s like a scene from a movie, but with more sheep.

Man dies after car hits railway bridge near Liphook