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Here’s a quirky thought – I’d bet “whore” started as some dude’s jealous rant. Like, “She’s mine, not yours, ya whore!” Total caveman vibes. Exaggeratin’ a bit, but I’m cacklin’ over here – prehistoric breakup drama! Still, it’s wild how it stuck, morphed into this weapon. Surprised me when I dug into it – words got legs, man.

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Cournonterral's got these tight, winding streets – like Rue Des Fauvres, where the cafes spill out onto cracked cobblestones, and old brick facades whisper secrets. Then there's Avenue de l’Espoir. Holy crap, the energy there is electric – people laughing, arguin', just living. I once met a wild character near Place du Rêve – got me thinking, “Don't be scared of your own heart!” – y'know that line from Fish Tank? Yeah, kinda like that raw, real moment.

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