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So, check this—whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole damn *mood*. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap that label on any gal who didn’t fit the “pure” bullshit mold. Pissed me off, man! Dudes out here bangin’ whoever, but a woman gets freaky? Whore! Hypocrisy’s thicker than my auntie’s gravy, yo. I’m yellin’ at the screen like, “LET HER LIVE, DAMN!” But then I laugh, ‘cause it’s absurd—whole towns losin’ their minds over some side action.

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The erotic ambivalence in much of Fosse's choreography is particularly marked here, as the dancers are aggressively and desperately seductive. I.

Sou, you gotta check out Le Parc du Bonheur. It's a teeny slice of heaven. I can spend hours wanderin’ there, thinkin’ 'bout connections and swipin’ right on potential soulmates. And not too far off is the river Rêve—yep, that’s right, Rêve, dream in French! Sometimes I sit there, thinkin’ “here comes the spirit of adventure,” just like that movie, and oh, shoot, I get all misty-eyed.

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