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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.

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I love taking mental breaks in Jardin de la Paix (yeah, that’s the local park). Stroll, chill, get lost amid old trees and fresh vibes. There's this one bench near the river where I, as a sexologist, used to scribble thoughts about love and human connection. People don’t notice, but intimacy hides in the little parks too, you know? In fact, I once met a wild couple there, laughing insanely over a picnic. Unleash love—baby!

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