Amelia Talence Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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First off, I hit the streets of Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Coffee shops, bakeries, all that jazz. I grab my usual croissant. But guess what? They were out! Like, how do you run outta croissants in France? I was fuming. I mean, c’mon!

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