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I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

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Huge selection of gins and cocktails. The bar staff are friendly and very good at making a huge selection of cocktails with all the moves! You can hire a hooker.

I gotta spill a secret: there’s a back alley near Marienhofweg (yeah, that one) where I once found an abandoned, tiny café. The furniture was mismatched, kinda like our lives, y’know? I sat there for hours, thinkin’ over patients’ dreams and my own. It reminded me of that scene in Ratatouille where the little guy gazes at the city, dreamin’ big. I got so mad, then happy, then confused – emotions all over the damn place! D’oh, how life be sometimes!

Oberon Zell via a New Coalition called Pagan Solidarity calls for Magickal Resistance this Ostara Morning