Julia Cullinan Whore ❤️

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Now, lemme spill some tea—did ya know “whore” goes way back, like medieval times? Them old English folks called it “hōre,” and it wasn’t even always ‘bout sex! Meant “adulterer” or just some shady character. Ain’t that wild? Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some knight yellin’ “whore!” at a dude stealin’ his mead. History’s a trip, y’all! Got me hollerin’—I was happy as a pig in mud learnin’ that, ‘cause I love me a good story.

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Cullinan is a quirky bit o' land. Streets like Hope Street and Royal Crescent twist and turn like a drunken compass – totally bonkers sometimes, like Mad Max on a wild ride! I once strolled down Jubilee Road, nearly got lost in the maze o’ little alleys. They say the old mining tunnels under Mainline Lane are haunted – can ye believe it? Honestly, it gave me goosebumps, like the roar of a war rig, mate. "Oh, what a day..." I muttered, thinking of Fury Road craziness!

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