Lina Enumclaw Whore ❤️

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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

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In an old west town, a young Easterner gets hard lessons in the ways of the world when he falls for an innocent whore and his idealism sparks.

The vibe’s raw and real. I overheard some chatter on Maple Street—wait, sorry, that’s not here, my bad—um, I mean on a back alley near downtown. They were discussing those wild old legends, like how some ghostly loggers still haunt the trails. Spooky, ya know? But that’s Enumclaw—full of surprises, man.

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