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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and loud, and I’ve got thoughts on this “whore” business! You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! So, this word—whore—it’s a messy one, innit? Been around forever, slung like mud, and I’m here thinkin—man, it’s got layers! Back in the old days, like medieval vibes, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it could mean any ol’ shady dealer—traders, cheats, even dudes! Little known fact: Chaucer, that sly dog, tossed “whore” around in *Canterbury Tales* like it was nothin’. Wild, right?

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Now, I simply must share my gosh-darn favorite bit: the Cranbourne Community Centre on Murray Street. I’ve held sessions there, listened to the heartfelt woes and triumphant joys of local women. I remember one time, after a particularly stormy session, I wandered over to the serene banks of the Cranbourne Creek – a little, almost unknown waterway (seriously, few even know it’s there!). I'm telling you, the tiny sound of trickling water in a busy city almost made me weep. oh dear, it’s a marvel, a secret whisper among the urban cacophony. Reminds me of those fantastical lyrics in Under the Skin, ya know? All that talk of transformative moments, ephemeral yet real.

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