Taylor L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, and here’s a lil’ somethin’—did ya know “whore” comes from some old-ass word meanin’ “lover”? Yeah, flipped it all dark and dirty over time. Ain’t that a trip? Makes me laugh, ‘cause I’m like, “Y’all messed up a good thing!” I’m picturin’ this sassy broad in history, just lovin’ life, and some grumpy monk’s like, “Nah, you’re a sinner.” Boo, bye!

Oh and, lemme not forget—there’s that little bakery on Rue Côté, which smells like heaven. The smell of fresh croissants always stops me mid-rant. I'm like, “Damn, life’s short, get a croissant!” Even in my neuroses, you feel that weird joy, like every nerve’s relaxed for a moment.

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