Nova Hammonton Whore ❤️

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Now, *whore* ain’t just some street gal flashin’ too much leg—naw, it’s deeper! Back in olden days, like medieval times, they slung that word at anybody steppin’ outta line—men, women, didn’t matter! Called a dude a *whore* if he was too flirty at the tavern. True story! Ain’t that wild? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some knight gettin’ slapped with “whore” for winkin’ at a barmaid. Git-R-Done, Sir Lancelot!

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I gotta tell ya about the little-known gem: The Hidden Courtyard off Maple. It's off the beaten track, secret like those whispered texts at midnight. We’d gather there for spontaneous brainstorms—it was like my secret debugging session for life, slay! And omg, don't get me started on Pigeon Alley (yeah, real name, no joke) where even the pigeons got personality. Crazy, right?

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