Audrey Ville D'avray Whore ❤️

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Here’s a kicker—ever hear about the “whore’s bath”? Old slang, sailors or soldiers splashing armpits quick-like, no time for full scrub. Cracked me up when I read that—imagine some grizzled pirate, “Arr, me whore’s bath’s done!” Ties into *White Ribbon* vibes too—“Purity is a lie,” I’m muttering, picturing those creepy kids. Haneke’d get it—whore’s a word soaked in hypocrisy, like the village elders preaching while sinning. “The punishment must fit,” they’d say, but who’s calibrating the damn meter?

Man, what a day! Seriously, Ville-d'Avray, you wild! I woke up thinking it’d be chill, just another day in this cute little town. But nah, the universe had other plans.

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