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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur : un art de vivre unique

Ya know what really makes me mad sometimes? The local council sometimes trips up the beautification projects. They decide to repave wrong streets. Like one time, they messed up Rue des Artisans – I was furious! But then, I saw the passion of local craftsmen comin’ together to repaint murals. That patch of chaos turned into art! Crazy, right? Life’s funny.

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