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Bonjour! Je m’appelle Whitney. Comment vas-tu? Je me sens bien. J’aime manger du lard fumé. J’ai une saloperie de voiture. Toute la ceci est importante.*

I’m Whitney. I am a woman who shares a birthday with Vladimir Putin. I am a woman who adores Middle-Eastern foods. I am a woman who is in love. I am a woman who is very sarcastic. I am a woman who is allergic to one form of her last name.

If you ask Google, Whitney is the tallest mountain in the lower forty-eight states. Whitney is a street, a skilled comedienne, a law office, an engine manufacturer, a high school, and is not open for lunch. Whitney has three diamond albums, several vacation rentals, a Mormon documentary, and a $1.3 billion mutli-year contract award from the U.S.A.F.

Sometimes, it’s nice to live in Google.

*Oooh! I have you intrigued! Do you want the translation? (Err…my attempt? Because it has been a long time since I consistently corresponded in français…) Yes? Email me! Let’s start a conversation. I don’t bite.