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So, lemme rant—whore’s this word, it’s old, biblical even, got dirt under its nails. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap it on anyone—women mostly—who didn’t play by the rules. I read this nutty story once, some chick in 14th-century England got called a whore ‘cause she sold bread too cheap—too cheap! Can you believe that? Pissed me off, man, the nerve of those guys, judgin’ her for discount loaves. I’m like, “What, she’s supposed to starve instead?” It’s absurd, it’s unfair, it’s—well, it’s pretty, pretty medieval.

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Anyhoo, back on track – the old market on Hightower Road is a riot. Bit shabby sometimes, but oh-so real. Local folk spill tea and gossip like champions. Man, yer wouldn’t believe how every nook hides a secret tale... my little fave is the Greystone Café on Vine Ave. Oddly mismatched chairs, delicious brew, pure magic, like some lost passage from a bygone era.

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