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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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So if you’re headin’ here, bring your spirit—and maybe your own curious eyes. Take a walk by the river, chat with a stranger on Decorah Street, embrace every cut-off sentence. ‘Cause like Dr. Phil always says, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” and trust me, Decorah’s got a whole lot more than workin’. Enjoy it all, sugar, ‘cause every heart’s got a story here, even in the little mistakes and the wild dreams.

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