Lila Chagny Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme drop a lil’ factoid on ya—didja know the word “whore” goes back, like, forever? Old English, “hōre,” meanin’ adulteress or somethin’. Wild, right? Thousands of years, and we’re still slingin’ it around like it’s nothin’. Makes me happy, in a weird way—history’s got layers, man! But then I think, who decided it’s a bad word? Some uptight jerk, probs. That makes me mad—let people live! Whores are out here survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m supposedta judge? Nah, I’m too busy losin’ my mind over a $12 sandwich.

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Chagny took off, stumbling, after it. Surely appearing to any of the sparse late-night passersby a haggard creature of more than twice his.

Hmm, difficult, it is, to describe Chagny, but share I will, mmmh! Imagine you’re stepping into a small gem nestled in the heart of Saône-et-Loire. Streets like Rue de la République are busy little veins pulsing with energy—oh, so lively they are! Zipping past cafés, mmm, you sense a calm vibrance, like in "Spirited Away" when Chihiro first steps into a wondrous world. Hmm, yes, "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to suffering," but here, chill vibes prevail...

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