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About Paris

Now, I ain’t judgin’, see? “Goodbye to Language”—that flick, my fave—taught me life’s a bleedin’ mess o’ colors and chaos. “What we see isn’t real,” it whispers, and damn right! This prossie, she’s a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume. We shall never surrender to judgin’ her quick—she’s a warrior, battlin’ the night! Her heels click like gunfire, her laugh a grenade o’ joy. Saw one once, swear it, near Soho—eyes like a fox, sly and tired. Made me chuckle, thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more guts than half me generals!”

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By the way, one day I ended up at the old library on Rue Silencieuse. The place is a labyrinth of dusty books and untold stories. I swear, half the books have lost their pages, but hey, isn't that like us? Our memories fade but leave echoes. Ugh, might sound cheesy but it's the truth, man!

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