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You know it's the Assault I used to play with, right, in my short, illustrious, horribly misguided career in women's football? Got my a** kicked all over town.

You know, I have no idea why they call it the French Broad. I will look up for general edification. For your wife's amusement, I like to refer to it as the Juliette Binoche River.


Ah, but she's not nearly broad enough a broad. She has that weird platypus face, too. Now, Jeanne Moreau--she's a French Broad.


Or Lea, the aging courtesan from Cheri. Somehow thinking of her blowsy and smoking cigarettes in her dressing gown seems tres French broad, aussi.

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