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Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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I gotta mention the quirky Parc des Amoureux. This park’s nestled next to the Chirac River (yeah, they call it that to honor the old friend politician, sorta ironic but cool!). Walk around, and you'll catch couples, friends, and sometimes even random street theatre. Oh, and when night falls, the lampposts give it such a romantic glow—it’s like life’s little love letter.

skate park's concrete curves weave seamlessly into stella plage's urban landscape in france