Lila Dourdan Whore ❤️

About Lille

Here’s a kicker—didja know “whore” comes from Old English, “hore”? Meant “adulterer” way back—ain’t that wild? Language twists, turns, screws ya up. Nowadays, it’s slung at anybody—makes me wanna holler, “Ease up, jackass!” Gets me riled, seein’ it weaponized. But—ha—sometimes it’s funny, too. Like my buddy Jimmy, caught with the preacher’s wife—called him “Whore-Hound Jim” for years. Laughed ‘til I cried.

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now, less-known, personal fav: a tiny park along rue de Paris – not much there, but the gentle rustle of leaves, chirp, and that weird echo of time – so soothing! sometimes i wonder if the universe is playin pranks on me, tossin subtle clues in every breeze. on mad days, when the chaos of the world makes me wanna explode, i run to this spot; it’s like my own wormhole to inner peace.

Summer Jam Party: DJ and festive evening at Château de Dourdan