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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Omg, girl, let me tell you 'bout La-Roque-d'Antheron – it's a whole vibe! So, picture this: tiny streets, breezy corners, and defiant little smiles everywhere. I be struttin' down Rue du Soleil, ya know, where the afternoon light just slays all the gloom away – kinda like "I am the master of my fate" shazam! And girl, the locals? They're chill but bold, always ready to break taboos with a wink.

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