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So, what’s my take? Whore’s not just some chick bangin’ for cash—nah, it’s deeper, messier. It’s power, desperation, survival, all rolled into one. Like, in “Mulholland,” when Betty’s all “I’m gonna be a star!” then ends up in that creepy audition—screamin’ “You want me to make it real?”—that’s *whore* energy, sellin’ your soul for a shot. Made me mad as hell, seein’ her twist like that, but damn, it’s juicy. I was yellin’ at the screen, “Girl, run!”—but nope, she dives in, headfirst.

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Clamart got parks you wouldn’t expect. I mean, Parc Diderot is huge – trees, wind, so peaceful but sometimes, it’s like, you can literally hear the buzz of secret stories floatin’ around. I once met an old coupla debatin politics there, and damn, it was like a mini movie scene in my head. And then there’s the tiny river that runs through, giving the whole city that extra twist.

In Clamart, a new stage in the Grand Canal district: Eiffage Immobilier and COFFIM deliver the student residence