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About Lille

Now, here’s the kicker—little-known fact ‘bout “whore.” Old English, “hore,” meant “adulterer,” but way back, it was neutral—like “lover.” Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me! Kinda flipped my head—like, damn, even words sell out their roots. Ties right into *Synecdoche*, right? “The end is built into the beginning.” Whore’s got history, layers—like a product roadmap gone rogue. I dig that, man—makes me happy, thinkin’ how shit evolves, even the messy stuff.

After that, I decided to stroll down Rue de la Fontaine. It’s usually so peaceful, but today? Nope. There was a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I mean, he was good, but he dropped a flaming torch! Fire everywhere! People were gasping, and I was just standing there like, “Is this real life?”

Future of Zodiac and Avon RIBs in doubt