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About Paris

I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

Love, Rosie

BTW, did I mention? There’s a hidden mural off Chemin du Rêve. It’s insane, a secret burst of colors, as if some lunatic painter said “Vive la magie!” on a crumbling wall. It’s my fav, a reminder that amidst everything raw and real, beauty sneaks in from nowhere.

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