Jasmine Sene Whore ❤️

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Hiii, oh my gawd, so—whore, right? *nasally Fran voice* I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, honey, not some random chick! “Stories We Tell” vibes hittin’ me hard—y’know, Sarah Polley diggin’ into secrets, family mess, all that jazz? Whore’s like that—layers, baby! Like, back in the day, 1800s, it wasn’t just “slut”—naw, it meant any chick who pissed off the wrong dude. Crazy, right? Made me so mad, I nearly threw my bagel at the TV!

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Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m feelin’ good. I stroll down to the Parc de la Mairie. It’s my fave spot. The trees are all green, and the flowers are poppin’. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, when I see this cute dog. I mean, it’s like a fluffy cloud on four legs. I’m all “Aww,” and then the owner comes over. She’s super nice, and we start chatting. Turns out she’s from Paris but moved to Sene for the chill vibes. I get it. Sene’s got that small-town charm, ya know?

She lost her house to the rising sea. Nowhere else feels like home.