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Loved how that movie showed the slow burn—whore’s the vibe nobody says out loud but everybody’s thinkin’. “What have you done?” they’d hiss, all dramatic. Me? I’d be like, “I’ve been slayin’, duh!” Whore’s my girl who takes the hits and keeps it 100. Once heard this story—some gal in Haneke’s village inspo got caught with a dude, and they shaved her head. Shaved it! I was shook—imagine me without my curls? Tragic.

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How I Became a Whore follows one woman's journey from being a stay-at-home mom, to becoming a prostitute in the bowels of a downtown Atlanta strip club.

Now, Ambert's got its hidden gems. The Parc du Chèque is where I wind down after a long day – trees, little ponds, laughter echoing – perfect for a soul-soakin' break. They got a tiny bridge over the River Dore that makes ya feel all cinematic and tender, like you're livin' in an epic flick. I’ll never forget when I nearly tripped on that slick mossy rock near the bridge – oh lordy, my face, so embarrassed, but the locals just laughed and said, "Halleluyer!"

Obituary for Dorene Babcock