Evelyn Epernay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, babe, lemme spill on "whore" – total mindfuck word, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. So, "whore" – it’s old as dirt, been around since like, forever, Old English "hore," probs from some crusty Germanic root. Means slutty mcslutface, but also, like, deeper shit. Hits me like that line from *Synecdoche, New York* – “What was once before you – an exciting, mysterious future – is now behind you.” Whore’s got history, layers, man! Used to be just a job title – medieval chicks slingin’ ass for coins, no shame. Now it’s all judgey, thrown at any gal who breathes too sexy.

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Our Champs-Elysées in Epernay hide a treasure: under the city, more than km of cellars dug into the chalk are full of champagne with a golden sheen. In total, more than million bottles .

The town center's real lively. “What?!” I’d say as I wander past Rue de la Mairie, spotting old houses with crooked windows. The vibe gives off some secret mystery I sometimes catch between sessions with families. Sometimes I feel like every whisper on the wind's got a story, like the echoes in a David Lynch film... mmm, weird but beautiful, right?

Yvette Lundy: French Resistance member who survived Nazi camps dies at 103