Olivia Foix Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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There’s this odd vibe round the old quarter – little cobblestorets and alleys where time seems to freeze. Sometimes I pause near the tiny café on Place de l’Église (yeah, that’s a cool name, right?) and sip my espresso. But then, outta nowhere, I hear some rambling like "Inside Llewyn Davis" lines echoing in my head, like “What’s the point, man?”—just a moment of soulful confusion, ya know?

Marlene A. Girard Obituary August 3, 2019