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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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Cadastral map. Newspaper clipping. Available also through the Library of Congress Web site as a raster image. Includes text, directory of unlicensed.

The center, right by Place de la Liberté, bustles with energy, people hustlin' like crazy. I always say, "in Divion, dreams get massaged into life," ya know? And oh, how I fin’ love the small alleys – they hide hidden gems! There's this little hole-in-the-wall joint on Rue des Entrepreneurs where locals knock back cheap wine. I swear, it reminds me of those surreal vibes from "Tropical Malady," like, “Motherfer, the heart of chaos bleeds beauty!”

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