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About Paris

First off, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Dudes in sketchy corners, whisperin’ like they got secrets. I’m like, “Man, speak up!” Reminds me of that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round, spillin’ her guts. “You’re not alone,” she says in the movie—ha! Tell that to me, sweatin’ bullets, dodgin’ cops. Little known fact, bro—back in the 90s, some spots had “prostitute maps” floatin’ round. Underground shit, like treasure hunts for horn-dogs. Wild, right?

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I gotta say, though, sometimes its charms drive me nuts! Like when my boozy friend spilled wine near the mural on Rue de la Folie – oh, the drama! I mumbled "Oh, bello caos!" like in that flick. I mean, who needs perfect, huh? I'm just a quirky coder, scribblin' my thoughts, overlapping feelings, emotions zapped with a dash of sarcasm.

A glorious Veritas 2024 evening for KWV, Flagstone and Diemersdal