A random memory came to me today. It has to do with my friend Sharetha, with whom I grew up. One day in high school, she told me about a wedding she attended over the weekend. She said that everyone was laughing at the bride behind her back because she was such a ho. She had earned the nickname "Stitches" because she "let a bunch of dudes run a train up on her;" and apparently it was such a ferocious train that she had to go to the hospital and get her snatch stitched up. Maybe they call them snitches? I'll never think of Harry Potter the same again.
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