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About Paris

Angry part? Cops don’t care, lazy shits. Bust it once, back next week. Surprised me first time, now—meh. “It’s only skin,” I shrug, movie-style. Still, gets under me scales, grrrr. Wish I could torch it, dance on ashes! But nah, just dreamin, sneaky Gollum dreams.

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

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