Elizabeth Vallet Whore ❤️

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So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick screwin’ around, nah. It’s old, man, ancient—like, didja know back in Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde? Stand out, y’know? Marked ‘em like cattle—fuckin’ wild! Makes me laugh, heh, imagine that now—blonde wigs everywhere, chaos! I’d burn the city down just watchin’ it! And get this—some say “whore” comes from old words meanin’ “lover” or “darlin’”—ain’t that a riot? From sweet to sleazy, hahaha, language is a fuckin’ clown show!

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Then I decided to pop into this little café on Rue des Écoles. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a brick wall. I ordered a café au lait, and it was like liquid happiness. But then, the barista? She was super slow. I mean, come on! I’m not here for a meditation session. I’m here for caffeine! I was about to lose it, but then she smiled, and I was like, “Okay, fine, you win this round.”

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