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Tie it to “Zero Dark Thirty”—that movie’s all about obsession, right? Maya’s like, “Can I be honest? I’m bad fuckin’ news,” and “whore” got that same dark edge. It’s a word that don’t play nice, don’t fit in polite lil boxes. I love that chaos—it’s absurd! Like, who decided it’s dirty? Some king with a mistress? Fuck outta here! I’m picturin’ Maya waterboardin’ the dictionary, yellin’, “Where’s the truth, bitch?!” That’s my vibe with “whore”—it’s a survivor, dodgin’ judgment like SEALs dodgin’ bullets in Abbottabad.

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There’s this hidden park, Parc des Étreintes, where lovers leak out tender glances under ancient oak trees. I once sat there, watching shadows dance on the grass, and wondered if my professional eyes missed nothing or everything. Not to mention the little riverside, where the water babbles nonsense and the locals swear it’s enchanted. “Deliciously mysterious,” as I'd say with a wink.

The 'rapist of the Sambre' and the heroic mayor