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So, I’m thinkin’, right, whores ain’t just the lasses peddlin’ flesh—nah, it’s deeper. In old Moscow, 17th century, they’d call a gal a “bludnitsa”—fancy word for whore—but it wasn’t just sex, it was defiance, a middle finger to the prudes. Made me chuckle, that—balls o’ steel, those birds. I’d tip my cup to ‘em, spill some wine on me boots, curse meself for it. “Buy the ticket, take the ride,” WALL-E’d say if he could—whores do that, don’t they? They’re in it, no half-arsin’ about.

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Hopatcong, or as we call it in North Jersey, Lake A-pack-on. Upvote Or people from Hawthorne done say haw- thorn, they say whore-thorn.

I pop down to Bullfrog Park sometimes, innit? Got dem mad choppy paths and a river – the Slippery Thames (ya heard of dis?) – flowin' proper cheeky like a cowboy ridin' through the wild west. Reminds me a bit of that flick, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” – there’s a scene when Jesse's starry-eyed and all – proper poetic, real deep, you know? Also, “I reckon the man ain't no bloody hero, just a coward!” like they say in the movie, innit?

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