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About Paris

Sarcasm kicks in—“oh, noble profession, huh?” Pfft, gimme a break. Yoda vibes, I lean into—“strong, you must be.” She was, tho—stood there, unblinking. Respect, I felt, weirdly. “A thing is a thing,” Godard’s echo hits. Thing, she ain’t—just flesh, breathin’. Huntin’ her, huntin’ escape, same diff.

Come, walk these quirky streets, sit on those cold benches, listen for those whispers. Berre-l'Etang awaits, with scars and healing hands, like a massage on weary souls. We awaits you, we do, my friend.

'It was a bit worse than this but the outcome was the same’ - Brutal day out at Paris-Nice leaves Mads Pedersen reminiscing about World Championships win