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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this “whore” business like I’m Judy—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. So, “whore”—what’s the deal? It’s a word, sure, but it’s loaded, ain’t it? Tossed around like cheap beads at Mardi Gras. Me, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—it’s old as dirt, goes back to them Bible days, probly even before. Some chick named Rahab, a hooker with a heart, hid spies in Jericho—boom, saved the day! Little known fact: she’s in Jesus’s family tree. Whaaat? Yeah, blew my mind too! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I’m tellin’ ya, history’s wild.

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of her letters, to read anew the word "whore" itself. Although this word usually refers to a woman who puts sexual relations on the most overtly economic basis.

So, I’m cruisin’ down the Hoofdstraat, right? Just me and my coffee, feelin’ all zen. Then BAM! I see this dude in a bright orange jumpsuit. Like, who wears that? Turns out, he’s part of some street performance. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole street on fire!” But the crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m just standin’ there, half-sippin’ my coffee, half-wondering if I should call the fire department.

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