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About Paris

But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ye gotta know the signs, the whispers. In *Timbuktu*, they say, “The wind carries secrets.” Same here—listen fer the hush-hush in the tavern, the nudge from a mate. Ain’t no glowing sign sayin’ “Wenches Here!”—more’s the pity, aye? Ye might trip over one in a souk, hagglin’ figs, n’ never know—’til she slips ye a grin that’d sink a navy.

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God's first instruction to Hosea is: Go find yourself a whore and marry her. (Yes, again with the prostitutes!) He picks up a streetwalker.

I also dig wandering around the Montmartre-like slopes near Rue des Fleurs. Ha, not exactly Montmartre, but it’s got that boho spirit. I remember one night in a pub on that street – the air was thick with secrets and lies, cool music, and that intoxicating feeling of limitless potential. It made me so happy – but a bit mad, too, cause it's wild how people hide who they really are. Sometimes I think, “Qu'est-ce que c'est?” yeah, just like dolly whispers from Talk to Her.

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